Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 39

Chapter 8

The next morning when I opened the window, he was gone.

On the table, my phone had received a new message from my lawyer.

“Ms. Martinez, Mr. Cross has signed the divorce agreement and voluntarily waived all marital assets.”

“He also asked me to give you a message: Wishing you… a bright future.”

Looking at those five words, I smiled softly.

Life after divorce was more peaceful and free than I’d imagined.

I sold all my properties back home and invested the funds in several promising startups, becoming an angel investor. I no longer needed to live for anyone else-my time and money belonged only to me.

I continued traveling, from Europe to Africa to South America.

I saw the northern lights, crossed deserts, dove into deep seas, experiencing many things I’d never imagined before. My world grew broader and broader.

As for Adrian, he completely disappeared from my world.

Occasionally, I’d see news about him in financial reports. After leaving me, his company seemed to have fallen into

trouble.

Several important projects failed consecutively, funding chains broke, stock prices plummeted. The former business elite was now facing an unprecedented crisis.

And Victoria—after Adrian’s company had problems, she latched onto some rich guy. But apparently got dumped later and was living pretty miserably.

I only glanced and scrolled past. His life had nothing to do with me anymore.

When I was traveling in Argentina, I got an unexpected call from my former mother-in-law.

“Elena, where are you now?” Her voice sounded somewhat tired but still cheerful.

“Mom, I’m in Buenos Aires.” Even after the divorce, I still habitually called her mom. She’d been so good to me-good enough that I felt we could get along well even without Adrian.

“Having fun?”

“Pretty good.”

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The phone went silent for a moment before Mrs. Cross spoke again: “Elena, could I join your journey?”

I was stunned.

“I want to get out and see the world too.”

1 barely hesitated before agreeing. “Of course. I’ll wait for you here.”

I didn’t want to ask too much-everyone has their own story

Two weeks later, I picked up a travel worn Mrs. Cross. She wore a stylish jacket, pulling a large suitcase, with a smile of rebirth on her face.

We looked at each other and shared a big hug. On this foreign street, like old friends of different generations, we began our new journey.

Traveling with Mrs. Cross was filled with unexpected joy.

She was knowledgeable and humorous. We visited museums together, got tipsy in roadside taverns, chatting about our past and future.

On a sunny afternoon, as we sat in a café, she suddenly told ine about something that had been buried for years.

“Elena, did you know? Adrian’s father didn’t actually die from the shock of bankruptcy.”

I looked at her in surprise.

That was the official story.” She picked up her coffee, her gaze distant, as if penetrating time and space back to that night that changed her life.

“The truth is, the day before the company went bankrupt, he ran off with the company’s last liquid assets and his mistress. Later I heard they had a falling out over the money and she accidentally killed him. Ridiculous, isn’t it?”

I was too shocked to speak.

“When we went bankrupt, the police had just notified me to identify the body.” Mrs. Cross’s tone was calm, like she

was telling someone else’s story.

“After living a lifetime, I never expected my pillow partner to give me such a big surprise in our old age.”

A flash of pain crossed her face, but it passed quickly.

“But I had no time to grieve-creditors were circling like vultures, and he’d left behind such a mess… I couldn’t fall

apart.”

She laughed self-mockingly: “But I never expected father and son to be cut from the same cloth. Equally selfish, equally heartless, equally willing to abandon everything for so-called love.”

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Looking at Mrs. Cross, I remembered Adrian’s accusations against her that day at home, feeling indignant on her

behalf.

For the Cross family, she’d sold her only treasure-keepsakes from her mother-to pay off debts. But Adrian had forgotten all of that.

“That ungrateful son-good riddance.” She looked at me, her eyes full of relief.

“I understand now-getting angry over people like that isn’t worth it. For the rest of my life, I’m living for myself.”

I squeezed her hand, genuinely happy for her.

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