He Chose His Party Girl, Why Is He Crying Now?

"Well, well. So you're Derek's frumpy old wife, huh?"The next day at noon, I had just finished making lunch when the front door swung open.A girl with blinding pink hair and heavy smoky makeup strutted in like she owned the place.She wore a tiny, skin-tight crop top with low-rise jeans.Derek and Crystal trailed behind her, weighed down with shopping bags.I eyed her coldly."Who are you? Who said you could walk into my house?"Candy popped her gum and blew a bubble."Derek told me to come. He said there's a free maid here who cooks. Might as well eat."She sauntered over to the dining table, grabbed a spare rib off the plate, and shoved it in her mouth."Ugh! This is disgusting! Lady, your cooking is terrible."She tossed the bitten rib straight onto the tablecloth.I was shaking with anger. I pointed at the front door."Get out of my house!"Derek rushed over and pulled Candy behind him."Natalie, what are you doing? Candy is a guest. Is this how you treat a guest?""A guest? Sinc

On the third afternoon, I was too worried to stay away, so I went home to check on them.The moment I pushed open the door, I saw the living room in shambles.My most treasured possession, the blue-and-white porcelain vase, lay shattered across the floor.It was the only keepsake my grandmother had left me.Candy stood in the middle of the wreckage, holding a baseball bat, looking entirely unbothered.Derek sat on the couch smoking, his brow furrowed.I rushed in like a woman possessed, dropped to my knees, and tried to piece the fragments back together."Who did this? Who did this!"Tears streamed down my face.Candy pouted and tossed the baseball bat aside."I did."I was practicing my swing in the living room, and the bat slipped out of my hands. Oops."Lady, don't be so petty. It's just a vase. What's it even worth?"I shot to my feet, charged at her, and slapped her hard across the face."Shut up! That was my grandmother's!"The crack of the slap rang through the room. Everything

"Ms. Wells, I have the evidence."The private investigator handed me a thick envelope.I tore it open.Inside were the fraudulent financial records of Derek's shell company.There were also payment receipts showing he had bought Candy a car and an apartment.There were even screenshots from hotel security footage showing the two of them checking in together.My hands trembled as I looked at the irrefutable proof.Derek, you really were ruthless.To make me walk away with nothing, you actually built this entire scheme.I delivered the evidence to Mr. Crawford immediately.After reviewing everything, Mr. Crawford smiled with satisfaction."Ms. Wells, with this evidence, we can not only recover your share of the marital assets,"we can also make him pay for concealing assets and committing adultery."I exhaled deeply. The weight that had been crushing my chest for so long finally began to lift.The next morning at ten, I arrived at the courthouse right on time.Derek and Candy were alread

"This court hereby rules on the divorce petition filed by the plaintiff, Natalie Wells, against the defendant, Derek Harper..."The judge's solemn voice echoed through the courtroom.I sat at the plaintiff's table and watched Derek on the other side with calm, steady eyes.He was gaunt, almost unrecognizable. His eyes were sunken, his jaw dark with stubble, and every trace of his former arrogance was gone."The defendant, Derek Harper, engaged in adultery and the deliberate concealment and transfer of marital assets during the marriage."The ruling is as follows: the divorce petition of the plaintiff, Natalie Wells, is granted."All assets transferred by the defendant shall be returned in full to the plaintiff."Given the defendant's misconduct, all remaining marital property, including the apartment and savings, is awarded to the plaintiff, Natalie Wells."The defendant, Derek Harper, shall walk away from the marriage with nothing."The gavel came down. It was final.I let out a long,

"Ms. Wells, here's the marketing proposal for next quarter. It's ready for your review."My assistant placed a polished folder on my desk.I nodded, opened the folder, and began reading through it carefully.Three years had passed since that circus of a divorce.After selling the apartment, I used the proceeds as seed money and went back to work. I started my own PR firm.In those three years, I poured every ounce of energy into the business.The company went from barely scraping by to earning a solid reputation in the industry.I was no longer the housewife whose whole life revolved around the stove, pinching pennies over every grocery bill.I was Natalie Wells, founder and CEO."The proposal is thorough, but the budget needs trimming."I circled a few items with a red pen and handed it back."Right away, Ms. Wells. I'll have the strategy team revise it."She took the folder and left the office.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my aching temples.My phone buzzed on the desk.It wa