Divorce Has Never Felt This Good (Becky and Rory) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Divorce Treated Her Well

The scandal of Rory falling in love with his sister-in-law was the top trending search for three days. Before, countless people had judged Becky because they thought she was a shameless woman who had married into a rich family by devious means. But now, the tables had turned and they all felt pity for her.

Elmore ordered Rory to find Becky at all costs. However, no matter how hard Lowell tried, he couldn’t find a trace of his boss’s ex-wife.

As for Becky’s Instagram account, except for the apology she posted on the day she left, all previous posts had been deleted, and she hadn’t posted anything since.

The picture she had posted with her apology was her divorce certificate. Many people were intrigued by the news about her and Rory, and she had gained about two million followers in a matter of days.

However, it was as though Becky had vanished into thin air. All her bank cards in Courtbush had been cancelled. The last clue Lowell could find was that Becky had bought a ticket to Bluepond on September 20th, but it was a dead end.

Lowell had been searching Bluepond for a whole week, but he still got nothing. He had no choice but to go back to Courtbush to report his failure to Rory. “Mr. Casper, I’m sorry but I can’t find any information on Miss Ramos.”

Rory’s stony expression darkened and his eyes were devoid of warmth. “Are you saying that the woman I was married to for three years appeared out of nowhere and then disappeared without a trace?”

Cold sweat broke out on Lowell’s forehead. “Well, I suppose so, Mr. Casper.”

As though his assistant said a joke, Rory burst into angry laughter. “If that’s the case, she’s dead to me now!”

After saying that, he cast a cold glance at the trembling Lowell and barked, “Get out!”

Lowell didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded, bowed slightly, and then walked out as quickly as he could.

After Lowell closed the door behind him, Rory was left alone in his huge office.

He stood in front of the French windows for a while before he turned around and walked back to his chair. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a lovely porcelain ornament of a cat on the table. His eyes flashed and before he knew it, he had violently thrown the porcelain cat into the trash can.