Fiona was stunned by her aura.
Was she still the same wishy-washy daughter-in-law?
"So you were pretending before!"
The more Fiona thought about it, the angrier she got, "I'm not going to let you go off today. I'm going to tell Melvin and make him divorce you! Even if you beg me on your knees, I will still kick you out of my family!" Fiona ground her teeth and threatened.
Lyra sneered, with disdain on her face.
"Oh, I just forgot to mention that. Just ten minutes ago, Melvin and I got divorced. Even if you beg me on your knees, I won't enter the Freeman Manor any more."
Divorced? And just divorced?
No way! This dirtbag used to be so desperate to stay in the Freeman family. She finally gave up?
Suspiciously, Fiona looked at Lyra's back as she left. To confirm it, she made a phone call to Melvin right away.
"Melvin, do you really divorce?"
Melvin replied with a "hmm" and suddenly frowned, "Just did the paperwork. Who told you that?"
"Who else could it be? I ran into Lyra on the way. This bitch just yelled at me!"
Her face was glowing with anger. Thinking that it was a real divorce, she then burst into laughter, "But great! You are finally divorced. She's just a unknown woman picked up from the orphanage. How can she be worthy of my excellent son? She should have been kicked out long ago ..."
Melvin pursed his lips. His mood was exact opposite of Fiona's exuberance.
There was even ... a touch of inexplicable irritation and guilt.
Before this, he originally thought that Lyra would not easily agree to divorce, so he prepared three million dollar compensation and a villa in advance. But this time it was her initiative, and she did not take any compensation from him.
After the divorce, she had no money and no relatives around her. How was she going to live in the future?
Anyway, when she was driven desperate, she might always come to him.
...
Lyra took a taxi back to the villa where she and Melvin lived alone. This place was full of the suffering of the past three years.
The memories were so overwhelming that she didn't want to bring them up again.
Through a small garden in front of the villa, she went upstairs to pack her luggage. After packing up, she didn't want to stay in the villa for a second.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: After divorce I am a billionaire