Chapter 7
I knew he was just throwing out threats, but I had made up my mind. I was getting a divorce.
A few days after that, Quintus showed up again.
When he saw me, there was a brief moment of shock on his face.
“You’ve changed so much,” he murmured, almost in awe.
I smiled and nodded. “Of course. I don’t have to sit around waiting for your messages anymore. I can finally do whatever I want.”
The lobby of my apartment building had a massive mirror, and I glanced at my reflection. I was slender and well–proportioned,
and my naturally glowing complexion stood out against the black dress I wore, making me look even more elegant. I looked
nothing like the woman I used to be.
Quintus, on the other hand, appeared a little downcast.
I had seen the screenshots my friend sent me from Vanessa’s social media. Ever since I exposed him at the press conference,
Quintus had been under fire. Instead of standing by him, Vanessa pressured him to finalize the divorce and marry her
immediately.
She even threatened him in public, saying, “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of going back to her. Have you forgotten? I have
plenty of dirt on you.”
Quintus had recklessly spent money on gifts to please Vanessa until he ran into financial trouble. In the end, he resorted to taking
kickbacks and falsifying accounts to cover his losses. However, Vanessa wasn’t naive. She had kept every incriminating call log
and message.
Quintus refused to let her blackmail him forever. “Can’t you be a little understanding? How can I marry you right now? Do you
want me to throw away my entire career?”
Vanessa didn’t care. She regularly caused scenes, even at his company.
She would shout in the lobby, “Quintus, you heartless man! I’m carrying your child! You can’t just ignore me.”
However, none of that mattered to me.
All I cared about was the divorce. There was no going back.
