ログインI was just about to swipe my WhatsApp away when I noticed a little red dot on my contacts list. I tapped it open and saw a notification from an unknown number. The profile picture was a man's side profile, standing before a snowcapped mountain.The text read, 'Hello Ms. Shepherd, I'm Matteo Lombardi, a friend of Eugene's. I heard you're looking for a personal trainer?'I thought about it for a moment and accepted. I didn't do it because I wanted to start a new relationship, but because it felt like the right time to meet new people. It was time for me to form new friendships, socialize with new circles, and have a completely new life.…Two years later, I closed my laptop in the first-class cabin of an international flight. A flight attendant walked by with a gentle smile. "Ms. Shepherd, would you like a blanket?""No, thank you."I was on a flight from Maris Orientis to Lutetia for an international industry summit.Things could change in an instant, and two years was plenty e
The day we walked out of the courthouse was overcast, the sky heavy and gray. Zachary stood at the bottom of the steps, staring at the divorce certificate in his hand for a long, long time."Ellie…" he called out, his voice dry and strained.I cut him off, saying, "Mr. Cole, you should call me Estelle from now on."He opened his mouth, but no words left his lips. In the end, he said nothing at all.A week later, the 1.5 million was transferred to my account. I was unpacking boxes in my newly rented apartment when Eugene told me it was in. It was tiny with its 650 square feet and its south-facing windows. It also had a little balcony that would catch the afternoon light.My mother came to help me settle in. She never once mentioned Zachary. Instead, she kept a running commentary about my new abode, "These curtains look good, really gives the place a pop of color. The kitchen's a bit small, but it's plenty fine for one person."My father had also come to help out. He carried th
"Who are you to tell us how to spend money? Zachary gave it willingly.""Willingly?" I questioned before looking at Zachary with open disdain. "Why don't you tell her which account that 500 thousand came from?"All color drained from Zachary's face in an instant."It came from our joint marital account," I continued firmly, looking straight at both of them. "That account consists of my salary and the money my parents gave me. Zachary Cole, do you honestly think your demands are reasonable?"His mother slammed her palm on the table. "What do you mean 'your money'? That's my son's money!"It was amazing how having a grandchild had completely changed her attitude. Still, I wasn't about to waste my time trying to reason with her. "Zachary and I were married. Anything earned during the marriage belonged to both of us. If you insist that all these expenses were justified, then we'll simply resolve it in court."A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the conference room after I sai
"Yes.""And the 1.5 million?""We'll settle things in court if you're short by even a penny. When that happens, it won't be a matter of just 1.5 million anymore."Zachary stared at me, his expression shifting from pleading to resentment. "Estelle, don't push your luck," he hissed through clenched teeth."Then, stop trying your luck." I met his gaze without flinching.He suddenly let out a twisted laugh. "Very well, Estelle. You're ruthless."He stepped back, straightened his wrinkled suit jacket, and sneered. "But do you think you'll draw the long string divorcing me? I'll have you know that you'll be washed up! You'll rue the day you did this!"The words hit like knives dipped in poison, each one cutting deeper than the last."Thank you for the reminder." I ignored the rage twisting his face. "But my future isn't yours to worry about. Instead, you should figure out how to scrape together that 1.5 million by the agreed upon deadline."I shut the door and leaned against it, let
She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling in harsh waves. After a long moment, she slowly lowered her arm, sank back into her seat, and smoothed her hair as if nothing had happened."Say whatever you want." Her voice steadied, and she even managed a small smile. "Estelle, wait all you want. I'm not returning that 1.5 million, and I'm certainly not giving you the house. Sue me all you want. As for Zachary…"She stood, picked up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. "Ask him who he chooses—you, or his two children."She walked toward the door, then looked back at me one last time. "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you. Zachary's mother's bracelet. You know, the family heirloom? It's already mine."Then, she pushed the door open and left. The cafe fell quiet again. I sat in the booth, staring at the now-cold cup of coffee on the table, and started chuckling. Alas, my tears still insisted on running down my face.My phone buzzed just then. I'd gotten a text from Zachary. 'Ellie,
"I don't hate you." I turned off the projector and closed my laptop. "I just want what's mine returned. You have three days to transfer 1.5 million to my account. Otherwise, I'll file a lawsuit."Zachary's mother slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet, utterly livid. "Estelle Shepherd! Don't you dare!"I picked up my bag and walked to the door. Before I left, I looked back at Zachary and said, "Zachary, give me your answer by 5 p.m. tomorrow."The door shut behind me. The thick carpet in the hallway swallowed the sound of my footsteps.Just then, my phone buzzed. Yara had sent a WhatsApp message.'You think you've won? Estelle, Zachary can't leave me. I'm the mother of his son, and will be the mother to his second child. Meanwhile, you have nothing!'I stared at the message without replying. I simply switched my phone to silent, stepped into the elevator, and drove to the riverside.The wind off the water cut across my face like blades. I watched the water churn an







