Married to a Billionaire After Leaving My Ex

I froze and turned around slowly.

Right before my eyes were a few familiar faces. They were all from my university.

The man at the center was dressed in a suit and had a frigid gaze.

The air of superiority oozed out of every single pore of his body.

Even after five years, I still recognized him immediately.

Clark Stane.

The silence hung in the air for a while, but in the next second, my former university mates started talking.

“Holy crap, it really is Yvonne? What’s up with her clothes?”

“Are her Hermes handbag and Patek Philippe watch fake? How could she possibly buy them?”

“She’s pretending to be rich in front of her ex, only to discover that this is his law firm. I’m going to die.”

Chuckles filled the room, but I was already used to this.

During our university days, they always surrounded Clark while they watched me make a fool of myself.

Back then, practically everyone in the university knew that I liked Clark.

I brought him breakfast every day, waited for his lectures to end, and went with him to the library to study until dawn.

He never said no to my presence, but he never took the initiative either.

At one time, I came down with a 102 degrees Fahrenheit fever, but I still insisted on watching his debate.

After the competition, I was practically dead on my feet. He had given me one look and said coolly, “Let’s try.”

Just like that, we got together.

He was still as aloof as ever after we got together, but during the finals, he would highlight important points for me. Whenever he saw me dozing off, he would threaten me, “If you don’t study properly, I’m going to kiss you.”

When other girls handed him love letters, he held my hand and said, “I have a girlfriend.”

Sometimes, I drooled at the sight of hot guys playing basketball, and he would cover my eyes with his hand.

Then, the next day, he joined the basketball team as well and said that I could only watch him from that moment on.

Back in the day, I thought that this only meant that he truly liked me, but when we were about to graduate, Clark’s childhood friend, Samantha York, got into our university.

She became too close with Clark, and when they were together, I felt like the third wheel.

I kicked up a fuss about it, but Clark would simply scowl and snap at me, “Yvonne, you’re annoying like this.”

Even so, I did not give up.

I thought that if I just bore with it a little longer, things would be better, so I kept putting up with it until my wedding eve.

That day, a drunk driver ran into my mother, and she died on the spot.

That drunk driver had been driving a Porsche, and it was Samantha.

When I reached the police station, I saw her clutching Clark’s sleeve and crying while trembling.

“Clark, I didn’t do it on purpose. I just felt too sad knowing that you’re about to get married, and I drank too much…”

Meanwhile, Clark stood beside her to comfort her. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.”

At that moment, my blood ran cold.

That night, I canceled our wedding and asked to break up with Clark.

He did not try to salvage our relationship.

He simply remained silent for a long time before whispering, “Samantha is my sister in all but blood. I can’t just abandon her.”

Later on, Clark defended Samantha in court.

The York family was powerful, and Clark himself had a silver tongue. He managed to twist her crime of killing someone while drunk into a normal accident.

In the end, Samantha was only given a suspended sentence.

On the day the sentence was given, Samantha threw herself into Clark’s arms and wept.

Meanwhile, I sat across them and watched Clark hug my mother’s killer.

My father and I could not accept it and continued suing, but before we got any results from it, my father died from the ordeal and from all the hard work he had to put into the case.

The York family also came to view me as an enemy, and I was cancelled, abducted, and had my naked photos taken.

In the end, I fled the country like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As the past memories came flooding back, I felt sick.

Not wanting to stay any longer, I turned to the receptionist. “Cancel the appointment. I’ll go to another law firm.”

However, Clark scrutinized my haute-couture clothes and luxury jewelry like he was someone superior looking at trash. “There’s no need for you to do that.”

He was just as arrogant as ever. “You look cheap.”

I stared at him for a full two seconds before I thought that I was indeed very cheap for tolerating Samantha for him all those years ago.

I snickered and decided to ignore him. I turned around to leave, only to suddenly hear arrogant laughter behind me.

“You clearly came here for Clark, and you’re still not admitting it?”

“She hasn’t given up, has she? Wasn’t she really tough when she canceled the wedding all those years ago?”

“Right now, Clark is the law firm’s partner and is about to marry someone rich. She must be regretting it.”

Their words made me burn in rage.

I could accept them thinking that my handbag and watch were fakes, but I could not accept them thinking that I still loved Clark.

Setting aside the fact that all the bad blood has made me hate him to the core, I had a husband.

If not for the fact that he was busy acquiring an important company, he would have been here with me.

I turned around and glared at them coldly. “Say anything else, and I’ll rip your tongues out.”

Clark only gave me a cool glance before chuckling. “Yvonne, you’re twenty-eight, not eighteen. What’s the point in not admitting that you came all the way to my workplace to see me?”

The fires of my rage reached my head, and I could no longer stay calm. I looked into his eyes and hissed, “My husband is about to transfer all his assets to me. I came here to ask about the laws related to it. As for chasing after you? Clark, you’re just an ex that I don’t even want to admit I ever had. Don’t you think it’s not appropriate for you to flatter yourself so much?”

The entire place burst into a commotion.