Chapter 4After my divorce, my ex-husband had nothing.

Until everyone dispersed, Serena took a wine-soaked Alex away. I watched from afar as they embraced, lips pressed against lips. Perhaps they had restrained themselves for too long.

Once they got into the car, it began to rock and sway.

I silently recorded everything that had just happened.

Then, I made a FaceTime call to my brother.

“What’s up, little sis? What makes you call me so late?”

My brother’s voice instantly touched the softest part of my heart. A sob escaped me, and tears streamed down my face.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s wrong? Are you crying?”

I was so choked up I couldn’t speak. My brother immediately asked where I was. I mumbled an address to him. Half an hour later, he appeared before me. I was huddled on a street curb, trembling. My brother took off his jacket, draped it over me, and sat silently beside me.

“Where’s Alex?”

“He cheated.”

My brother froze, his jaw clenched tight. “Where is he? I’ll kill him.”

I grabbed his hand, shaking my head. “No need. You’d just get your hands dirty.” My brother stomped his foot hard on the ground in frustration!

But he wasn’t satisfied. He asked me, “Are you going to divorce him?”

I nodded without hesitation.

“Could it be a misunderstanding?”

I showed my brother all the videos and photos stored on my phone.

Even though I said nothing, my brother had already made his decision. He immediately pulled out his phone and made a few calls. One was to his lawyer friend, asking him to draft a divorce agreement for me. The other was to several suppliers connected to Alex, telling them not to sign any recently negotiated contracts, not to renew expiring ones, and to revoke discounts on existing ones, charging market rates.

After making the calls, my brother took my hand. “Come on, let’s go home.”

I shook my head, tears still clinging to my eyelashes. “Before we go home, I want to move out.”

My brother didn’t hesitate. He drove us to the marital home Alex and I shared. Alex had bought the house. I had nothing to be nostalgic about. It was just that I had lived there for three years and never expected to leave this way.

“If you want this house, I’ll get you the best lawyers to help you get it.”

“No, Julian, thank you. Anything that touches Alex just feels dirty to me now.”

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After moving out of that villa, I waited for Alex to contact me before confronting him.

But sadly, a week went by.

He hadn’t even realized I’d moved out. He’d just send me routine messages saying: [Working late today, don’t wait up for me.]