My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 5

“Bullshit!” he roared. “That bastard bought that villa with our money! I’m going to find him right now!”

He didn’t know where Ray had suddenly come up with that kind of cash, but the timeline made no sense. The divorce had been finalized just yesterday morning—how could Ray have gotten 1.2 million in a single day?

There was only one explanation. The money must be marital property. Half of it belonged to them.

And besides, Ray had married into their family. As far as Josh was concerned, even the man himself was half their property. Round it up, and the whole 1.2 million practically belonged to the Gantts.

Max was getting married soon, and they were strapped for cash.

Josh suddenly found a burst of energy and bolted out the door.

The two old ladies who’d been gossiping nearby exchanged a quick glance, then hurried after him.

This was a big scandal—no way they were missing it.

Josh half-ran, half-jogged all the way to the villa. Not because he didn’t want to run faster, but because that was as fast as his aging legs could manage. Luckily, it wasn’t far.

When he arrived, a crowd had already gathered around the villa—mostly retirees, leaning against the railing and peering into the yard like curious children.

“Oh, it’s Josh!” someone called out when they spotted him.

Everyone turned, eyes gleaming with envy.

“Well, well! Congratulations!”

“Bought yourself a villa, huh?”

“Didn’t think you had it in you, old man. So low-key all this time.”

Compliments came from every direction, one after another—but none of them pleased Josh.

All he could think about was how that villa couldn’t possibly be worth 1.2 million. One million, maybe. Which meant Ray had overpaid by 200,000 dollars.

200,000 dollars of his money.

His face darkened as he marched forward. When he reached the gate, he started pounding on it.

There was a doorbell, but men his age never used those things.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He kept pounding on the gates, as if someone had died inside.

Ray, watching through the security camera, thought at first it might be the contractor arriving early. But when he saw who it was, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Josh.

So the news had already spread through the neighborhood, and Josh couldn’t resist coming over.

Perfect.

Ray had no intention of avoiding him. In fact, he wanted this—wanted to see them jealous, furious, and filled with regret.

He opened the door, walked through the courtyard, and unlatched the gate.

“Bastard!” Josh spat, storming forward. He didn’t want to make a scene, not in front of the whole crowd.

But Ray stood squarely in the doorway, blocking him.

Josh grew red with anger. He jabbed a finger toward Ray’s face. “You used our money to buy this place, and you think you can stop me from coming in?”

Ray gave a small, amused laugh. “Josh, don’t forget. I divorced your daughter yesterday. I bought this house today. So tell me, what does it have to do with your family?”

The words rippled through the crowd like a spark through dry grass.

“Divorced?”

“Really?”

Some of the neighborhood’s old ladies immediately perked up, eyes shining with interest. A single, handsome man who could buy a villa? Maybe they should introduce their daughters.

But Josh wasn’t about to be cowed. He sneered. “You think I’m stupid? You divorced yesterday! Where did you get that kind of money overnight? That’s joint property—half of it belongs to my family!”

That sounded reasonable enough, at least on the surface.

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