جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 8

At nine o’clock the same night, I watched Isabel's live stream on my phone. She was flaunting her million-dollar Patek Philippe watch."I tattooed the word ‘old spinster’ on that freeloading old hag. She’s thirty years old, but her skin is already all crusty. I made sure to use darker color ink so it wouldn’t come off!"The viewers in the livestream applauded what she did, which inspired her to gloat again."How dare a nepo baby who relies on her family’s wealth think she is a match for someone like me? Evan told me that once he got divorced from her, he was going to give me half of the company’s shares."The blood drained from my face.Five years ago, I was the one who sponsored Isabel. She had been a needy student from a rural area and was stuck in poverty. She barely had food to eat or clothing to keep herself warm.I rescued her and sent her to the best school in the region so that she would flourish in the future.The talents she has today were nurtured by the education I p

Evan’s expression was dark. He strained to suppress the anger in his voice. "Who gave you the right to do something like this?"Several chandeliers in the hall suddenly went off. The curtains spanning the height of the room were drawn shut as well.The guests looked on with astonishment as dozens of men in black escorted me in through a side entrance.I stopped in front of the stage and gently put the divorce papers next to the contract. "I did. You might as well sign this one, too, while you’re at it."Evan's eyes shifted back and forth between the two contracts before finally fixing a look on me. He pulled a coy smile. "Are you going to do this just because I’m fathering Isabel's child? Claire, you know how things are these days. There are plenty of successful men with mistresses on the side."You grew up in the business world. Shouldn’t you be familiar with how things work by this point?"Isabel remained wrapped around him while casting a derisive look at me.I glanced at her

I turned to address the guests who wore a variety of confused expressions. My voice rang across the hall."From this day onward, the Fisher Corporation is officially terminating all partnerships with Mr. Rodger."The guests began to whisper among themselves as I walked down the marbled hall in my leather heels."The Fishers are cutting him off for good…""Give the way things look for the Rodgers now, shouldn’t we…""Mr. Rodger is a very capable man. What if he manages to make a comeback…""Well, but the Fishers have made their position very clear…"Isabel became near hysterical by this point. "Evan, we should…"I opened the heavy, ornate wooden door, which drew in a gust of night breeze carrying the scent of lilac blossoms.It effectively shut out the sound of their murmuring behind me.Admittedly, I’d be quite curious to see how a man stripped of everything was supposed to make a comeback in this city with an idiotic tattoo artist.A month later, one afternoon, I was sittin

The next time I received news of Evan was a year later.It was during a weekend get-together with my childhood friend, Anya Bern, who excitedly told me about it."By the way, have you heard about Evan and that tattoo artist girl he ended up with?"I was midway through stirring my coffee when I paused.Anya went on in a grumbling tone, "He was working on a project when Isabel’s water suddenly broke. She gave birth to a baby girl."As it turns out, the baby was born premature and had a genetic disorder, which turns out to be a serious heart condition. It was going to cost them $800,000. On top of that, Isabel did not want the baby because she wanted a boy."Outside the window, pieces of sycamore leaves were coming down.I stayed silent.$800,000. That was the same amount Evan used to drop on a bottle of wine in clubs.I heard the money was the main point of their arguments every day.Isabel blamed Evan for being too caught up with work and spending his nights drinking when she