10
A month later, I finally received my divorce certificate.
After leaving the registry office, Andrew arrogantly declared to me, “Emily, your family may be wealthy, but I’ll be richer than you soon! If you need anything, just kneel before me and ask; maybe, out of respect for our marriage, I’ll help you! Hahaha…”
I rolled my eyes in disbelief, opened the car door, and slid into the brand–new sports car my dad had bought me to celebrate my successful
divorce.
“Andrew, I hope in a few days you won’t be begging me for help.”
With that, I drove off, leaving Andrew in a cloud of exhaust fumes.
He spat in annoyance, clearly not taking my words to heart.
After all, he was lost in dreams of marrying into a wealthy family.
What he didn’t know was that after driving for a while, I pulled over and made a call.
“You can withdraw now; don’t worry, the money I promised you will be sent in full.”
Andrew quickly discovered that he could no longer contact the “wealthy heiress.”
No matter how many calls he made or messages he sent, they all went unanswered.
He had no choice but to rush to the address the heiress had previously given him.
When he arrived at the grand villa, he shouted at the door, attracting the attention of the home’s owner.
That owner was notoriously wealthy and powerful, known for having a terrible temper.
Without hesitation, he ordered his bodyguards to give Andrew a severe beating, knocking out two of his teeth.
Meanwhile, the private investigator I hired diligently sent me the video of Andrew’s beating.
I watched it repeatedly while sipping red wine.
Then I cuddled my daughter, cherishing the moment.
“My dear daughter, it’s all thanks to you. Otherwise, we might have been destroyed by those beasts!”
Lily, seemingly oblivious to my words, babbled happily, waving her tiny hands.
Even now, I still couldn’t comprehend how I had heard Lily’s thoughts before.
Perhaps it was divine intervention; even heaven couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
