Chapter 3: He Gave Her Fifty Million
Wendy strode forward, eyes cold.
Through the window, she could clearly see outside–which meant the three of them had watched her pathetic fall in the rain with perfect clarity.
A surge of rage rose in her chest, almost snapping the last thread of her reason.
She hurled the allergy medicine to the ground, stormed forward, and grabbed Michael’s wrist.
Pulling up his sleeve, her fingertips brushed across the red marks there–only to find they wiped off instantly.
Lipstick. Not an allergy at all.
Wendy let out a sharp laugh. “Michael, you’ve done well! This time, to ‘punish‘ me for your Auntie Queenie, you had me running across the city. What’s next–ordering me to jump off a building?”
“Enough!” Steven frowned. “Wendy, you’re being unreasonable! He’s just a child!”
“You remember he’s a child? Then why indulge his lies? Why let him insult his own mother? Do you want to destroy his sense of right and wrong? Is this how you parent?”
Never before had Steven seen Wendy so forceful. His displeasure deepened, feeling his authority challenged.
“Don’t blow things out of proportion. It was only a harmless lie.”
“A harmless lie?” Wendy stared at him in disbelief.
Michael pouted, voice aggrieved. “You just can’t stand me being close to Auntie Queenie, so you’re taking it out on me. You’re always yelling, always controlling me, always forcing me to do things I hate. Mom, I hate you!”
It was like a blade cutting her heart into countless shreds.
She swore she had never over–controlled him–only cared for his safety and studies. Yet in his eyes, she was nothing but a tyrant.
Queenie stepped forward to cradle Michael. “Michael, don’t say that. Your mom didn’t mean it. Don’t say things that hurt her heart, okay?”
Michael sobbed uncontrollably in her arms.
The sight stabbed at Wendy’s eyes. She shoved Queenie away. “He’s my son. I don’t need you playing the saint here.”
Queenie stumbled and cried out in pain. “I know you hate me being close to him, but he’s still a child. Treating him like this will only push him farther
away.”
“Wendy, enough!” Steven shouted angrily, rushing to help Queenie up.
Still crying, Michael sobbed, “I don’t want you as my mom. I want Auntie Queenie. You’re bad–you owe her an apology!”
With her hair still wet and clinging to her face, Wendy stood isolated, completely cast out–like an outsider in her own home.
How laughable.
Steven’s gaze cut coldly to her. “Wendy, apologize to Queenie.”
Her voice was steady: “I won’t.”
“You struck her first. When did you become so unreasonable and vicious?”
01:36
My Ex Called Me the Heln. Now I’m Untouchable
6.7%
Chapter 3: He Gave Her Fifty Million
Her lips curled bitterly. Clearly, they had all joined forces to drive her insane–and in the end, it was she who was condemned.
Her eyes hardened, each word deliberate. “Steven, if I apologize, then we divorce. Do you agree?”
Queenie rushed to intercede. “It’s my fault. Sister, I apologize. Please don’t divorce because of me.”
“Not your place.” Steven silenced her, pulling her into his arms. “If anyone should apologize, it’s her.”
In his mind. Wendy would never truly dare divorce him. She loved him too much. She was just bluffing to force his compromise.
How could she ever compare to Queenie?
This time, he would put her in her place.
“Wendy, stop this nonsense. Apologize to Queenie, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“Agree to divorce first.” Wendy’s smile was cold, unyielding.
“Wendy!” Steven roared, teeth clenched. “Fine. We’ll divorce. Just don’t come crying with regret later!”
“Whoever regrets it isn’t human.”
Fuming, he called his assistant to draft a divorce agreement, watching her face all the while. But her expression was calm, detached, without a trace of longing. That unsettled him.
Michael broke into a smile, tugging at Queenie’s hand. “Auntie Queenie, you’re about to be my mom! Aren’t you happy?”
Queenie frowned delicately, feigning worry as if to dissuade Steven.
Wendy almost laughed aloud. With acting skills like hers, she deserved an Oscar.
Less than half an hour later, the assistant delivered the divorce papers.
Steven tossed them at her. “Look them over. Sign if you’ve no objection.“.
She didn’t mention the previous agreement he’d already signed. She skimmed quickly, her gaze landing on the property division.
Fifty million.
Seeing the figure, she laughed.
To Steven, the laugh was full of scorn. “What? Too little? As a doctor, you could never earn this in a lifetime. I’ve given you wealth and status. What more do you want? Wendy, it’s not too late to regret now.”
Status? He had flaunted his affair openly, and dared call that status?
For her, these five years had been nothing but torture.
Queenie added softly, “Sister, Steven only wants your attitude. Don’t fight him anymore, please?”
Her voice dripped with false concern.
Wendy sneered. “Quit acting. You’re thrilled about this divorce, aren’t you?”
She picked up the pen, signed swiftly, tossed it back at Steven, and walked out without looking back.
Michael’s smile froze. His young voice trembled. “Dad… is Mom really leaving us?”
Steven patted his head soothingly. “No. She loves us too much. She won’t leave.”
01:36
My Ex Called Me the Help, Now I’m Untouchable
7.8%
Chapter 3: He Gave Her Fifty Million
Relieved, Michael nodded. “Right. She’s threatened divorce before, but she always came back. Mom’s vain. She won’t leave you.”
At that, Steven’s brow furrowed. His eyes narrowed on his son, a hint of displeasure in his gaze.
“Michael, who taught you to talk like that?”
♡ (0)
