Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Guilt–Tripping

Grace’s sudden action startled me and the other customers as they looked at us in puzzlement. I tried to pull her hands off me, but she wouldn’t let go. “Chlo, you have to promise me, okay?”

I was upset and straightened up, saying “I’m sorry, but I’m not you. I can’t accept Matthew’s rotten behavior, so go home. Your son can always marry someone else. Besides, Melanie’s pregnant with his

child, isn’t he?”

“Chloe, you can’t do this to us!” Grace held onto me. “You can leave after all these years. You’re being

irresponsible!”

I scoffed, wondering how I was the one being irresponsible. However, what Grace said next made my jaw drop, “It’s enough that you took Ava. How could you also take Matthew’s hard–earned money? Worse,

you’re taking him to court over it.”

Grace looked at me resentfully as she continued, “You can’t take all the money. It’s fine if you want to get

a divorce, and we can let you keep your old place. The apartment belongs to Matthew!”

She spoke as if I was someone who had robbed their fortune, and I found it ironic. To them, my duty was

to serve the family.

I had to fund and work for them unconditionally, including giving birth, raising children, and caring for everyone. They even expected me to endure Matthew’s infidelity and provide for his mistress.

The Murphys were a screwed–up family. How dare she guilt–trip me?

Several customers shook their heads in disbelief after hearing what she said.

I no longer felt sorry for her and said, “If that’s what you think, save your breath. My answer is simple–i

won’t give up until I have everything. Even if the assets are in our names, Ava is still the legal heir, not to

mention Matthew was the one who cheated. I won’t put up with this shit like you

side?”

She looked at me for a moment and nodded. “Grandpa and Aunt Mel are evil! I don’t want to go to their house. I’ll stay here with Mommy in the big house!”

I felt sorrowful at that moment. If only solitude existed in this big apartment, I wouldn’t want it.

Two days before the divorce trial, I received a phone call from ATL Empire, notifying me to sign the winning contract. I couldn’t sleep that night because I never expected to secure the sought–after contract.

Although I would only be their supplier for steel windows, the three–year contract was a massive

achievement. I wondered if it signified my new life had finally begun and what would happen to Tanum

Corporation.