Chapter 2: Divorce! Pay Me a Billion for Wasted Youth!
After saying her piece, Vivienne Snow hung up the phone. Her heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding, but her mind gradually became
clearer.
Everyone in the West family had obviously known about Devin’s affair. And not only did they cover for him, but from the way they spoke, it was clear they had known all along.
Yet, they had tricked her–made her willingly devote herself to their family for years.
She wouldn’t let any of them off the hook.
Instead of returning to the West estate, Vivienne went to a small two–bedroom apartment.
After her family’s business went bankrupt, this was all that was left–the only thing her parents had left behind for her.
She punched in the familiar security code, stepping inside and switching on the warm yellow lights.
The room was filled with soft pink decor, radiating a cozy, girlish atmosphere. Vivienne loved pink–so much that her parents had designed this entire apartment just for her.
Devin had been here once. He didn’t even step inside before turning his nose up at it, saying she was too much.
After that, she never brought him here again.
And once their child was born, she was too busy taking care of his parents and their son to come back at all.
Lying in bed after á quick tidying up, Vivienne had a restless night.
In her dreams, she saw every beautiful moment she had once shared with Devin. And every piece of evidence of his betrayal. She also dreamed of her passed away parents, holding her and crying. Tears flowed uncontrollably.
By the time she woke up, her pillow was soaked.
Vivienne wiped her red, swollen eyes and forced herself to pull it together. For once, she put on a full face of makeup. Then, she went to the law
firm.
With the divorce agreement in hand, she headed straight for the hospital–only to run into Devin’s mother, who had just arrived to visit her son.
Seeing her, Mrs. West scoffed through her nose. “Where the hell were you last night? Finally remembered to check on Devin?”
Before Vivienne could respond, she sneered arrogantly. “Let me tell you something–I remember exactly what you said yesterday. As soon as Devin is discharged, the first thing he’s doing is divorcing you!”
“You can forget about getting custody of Danny. And don’t even think about touching the West family’s assets. Devin has nothing under his name–you’ll be leaving with nothing.”
“Even if you regret it now, it’s too late. You two have been living separately
cling to our family.”
Vivienne felt a sharp stab in her chest.
for
five
years.
The divorce can go through anytime, so stop trying to
The West family was not lacking in money. In fact, they were incredibly wealthy. Originally in real estate, they had supported their son pivoting to pharmaceuticals just as the industry was booming. They caught every wave at the right time, amassing a fortune worth over ten billion dollars,
And yet, despite all that wealth, they calculated every penny when it came to her. They treated her like a free maid, never letting her spend a dime, not even on a single luxury handbag.
How pathetic that she had put up with it for so many years,
All because she trusted Devin. She believed her own son would stand by her side. She thought that if she endured long enough, things would get
better.
Now, she was completely awake. Her heart felt eerily calm as she pulled out a brown envelope and handed it to Mrs. West
“Since you’re already here, pass this divorce agreement to Devin for me.”
“You’re this cooperative?”
Mrs. West hesitated before taking it. She flipped through the documents—Then, her pupils shrank, and the thermos of chicken soup in her hand slipped to the floor, spilling everywhere.
“Vivienne, HOW DARE YOU?”
“This is ONE BILLION DOLLARSI”
Her voice was so loud that people around them turned to look. Vivienne remained unbothered. “Either Devin signs the agreement and divorces me immediately, or I release every piece of evidence of lus affair to the public. I can start uploading them right now, if you’d prefer.”
Mrs. West gritted her teeth. “Don’t push your luck! Don’t forget who you are. At most, I’ll give you a hundred grand!”
Vivienne chuckled. “I’ve already scheduled the post–it’ll go live at exactly four o’clock this afternoon. If your family doesn’t care about your reputation, then don’t bother showing up at the Civil Affairs Bureau.”
With that, she turned and walked away without a backward glance. Mrs. West was left stomping her feet in rage amidst the mess.
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Chapter 2: Divorcel Pay Me a Billion for Wasted Youth!
Mrs. West entered the hospital room with a grim expression.
Danny had spent the night here. Seeing her, he immediately ran over.
“Grandma, did you bring me anything good to eat?”
Mrs. West snapped, “Forget about eating. Get out. The bodyguards will take you somewhere else.”
Danny was quickly escorted out, and Devin frowned at his mother’s expression.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
SMACKI
A slap landed hard right across Devin’s—Devin’s assistant Riley’s face.
“You slut! Look at the mess you’ve caused!”
Riley’s cheek turned bright red instantly.
Devin quickly stepped in front of her, frowning. “Mom, what are you doing?”
Mrs. West shoved the divorce agreement in his face.
“Vivienne wants a divorce. And she’s demanding one billion dollars. She said if you don’t sign, she’s going to ruin your reputation. Do you have to be so reckless?! Did you really have to end up in the hospital where the media could snap photos?!”
Devin’s expression darkened, “She actually dared to demand one billion?”
Mrs. West was livid. “We only married her because we knew her background. And because you liked her. Who knew she was just a greedy little gold–digger?!” She didn’t dare scold Devin directly, so she turned her glare on Riley.
Devin’s face twisted into a cold sneer.“She doesn’t actually want a divorce. She’s asking for an outrageous amount, hoping we’ll back down.”
“She’s bluffing. I’ll call her.” He took out his phone and dialed her number. No answer. His face darkened.
Mrs. West huffed. “Forget it. That bitch just wants to cling to you. From now on, we’ll just pretend she doesn’t exist. She’s only doing this to get you to stay. Just sweet–talk her a little, and she won’t release anything.”
Mrs. West was confident. Just like her son, she believed Vivienne’s one–billion–dollar demand was just a desperate attempt to stay in the West
family.
But Devin’s expression turned ice–cold. “Mom, I can’t stand being with her for one more day. The thought of coaxing her makes me sick. I’d rather give her a billion just to get rid of her.”
Mrs. West gasped, “this is one billion dollars! I’d rather throw it into the river than give it to her.” She shot a sharp look at Riley, who flinched under
her gaze.
Riley’s mind raced. She knew that if she didn’t act now, her future in the West family would be very difficult.
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“Don’t worry, Auntie,” she said sweetly. “I have a plan to get that
money
back.”
Four O’Clock, In The Afternoon, Civil Affairs Bureau.
Vivienne arrived early. She stood outside all afternoon, watching countless couples walk in hand in hand–some nervous, some excited. When they walked out, they had their red marriage certificates in hand, beaming with joy.
Once upon a time, she and Devin had been the same. She had walked in, believing they would love each other for a lifetime.
What a joke.
“Vivienne?”
A low, magnetic voice suddenly spoke her name. It was soft–yet strangely familiar.
She looked up And saw a luxury car with a license plate of six eights pull up. The car door opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out.
The man was dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit, his height towering over 6’3“. His hair was cropped short, an ordinary buzz cut–But his sharp, refined features made it look effortlessly striking A deep, inch–long scar crossed his forehead, a mark that hinted at a once–life–threatening wound. Vivienne instantly knew–this was no ordinary man.
His car alone was worth a fortune. His Kiton suit, custom–made by a top–tier designer, bore the signature embroidery of the brand’s chief tailor. The outfit alone was easily seven figures. There was no doubt about it–this man was loaded.
But why did he know her? “You are…?” Vivienne asked blankly..
