Chapter 1The Heiress's Counterattack

On New Year's Eve afternoon, my best friend's flower shop received an order from my husband.

I checked the WeChat ID of the person placing the order on the shop's phone three times.

Confirmed it was indeed my husband, who was supposedly on a business trip out of town.

But the recipient wasn't me.

I made a video call, which connected after a long time.

Just as I was about to question him, my best friend squeezed into the screen smiling, speaking before me.

"Not even coming back for New Year's? What gift did you buy for our Cynthia to apologize?"

The room on the other side was pitch black. My husband covered his head with a quilt, squinting his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching unnaturally.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you when I get back."

"Stayed up all night yesterday, too tired. I'll sleep a bit more."

This interruption calmed me down a lot. I perfunctorily said a few words and hung up.

Picked up the wrapped bouquet and walked out the door.

"I'll deliver this order."

* * *

The delivery address wasn't far from the flower shop, a new luxury condo complex opened last year.

Security stopped me.

"No deliveries allowed inside."

I took out the flower shop's phone, dialed the number, and explained the situation with a pinched voice.

My husband's voice came from inside.

"I'm Vincent, owner of Unit 1603, Building 5. Let her in."

Security acknowledged, registering the info before letting me pass.

The elevator door opened with a ding. I took a deep breath.

"I'll go in myself."

My best friend Grace nodded and walked to the stairwell nearby.

"Call me if anything happens."

I turned on my phone's video recording and pressed the doorbell.

Vincent's shout came from inside, "Wifey, open the door."

After footsteps, the door opened, and she froze.

"Luna's mom?"

I froze too.

She was my daughter's art teacher at the interest class. She quit half a year ago due to pregnancy. Is she carrying my husband's child?

Seeing the flowers in my hand, she looked me over, lowered her head and smiled, shy yet provocative.

"Luna's mom, you started delivering food now?"

She wore a loose long nightgown, her belly bulging high.

The paper wrapping the flowers was crushed by my tightening grip.

She reached out to take the flowers, looking considerate.

"Thank you. It's so cold, must be hard. Want to come in and rest?"

"Sure, thank you."

She was stunned, didn't expect me to agree so easily. Glanced hurriedly at the kitchen, then smiled and opened the shoe cabinet, taking out a pair of slippers.

Many men's shoes in the cabinet. One pair was what I bought for Vincent last month. He wore this pair on the day he left for the business trip.

Cartoon photos of the two were displayed at the entrance.

Lyla sniffed the flowers.

"My husband is always so romantic, never forgets to arrange surprises for any festival."

I sneered, "Does he send flowers on Tomb Sweeping Day too?"

She opened her mouth, paused, then said: "Life after divorce must be hard, rich wife starting to deliver food."

I looked at the decoration inside. The floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the entire Emerald Lake. The sunset shining in had an ultimate beauty.

My heart could only feel its desolation right now.

Dense pain spread throughout my body.

"Yeah, unlike Teacher Lyla. Following President Vincent, quality of life leaped a thousand miles."

Relationship exposed, she became triumphant.

"If not for Luna, President Vincent would have divorced you long ago. But my child is more important. Hearing I was pregnant, he divorced you immediately."

"Divorced?"

"Stop pretending. Vincent told me everything. Going back once a month is just acting in front of Luna. Since you saw it, be sensible. Don't use this trick to pester my husband."

"We are all women, I know your little thoughts very well."

She said confidently with her head high.

Just then, Vincent came out of the kitchen with freshly stewed chicken soup, carefully placing it on the dining table and serving soup.

He didn't see me.

Lyla held his arm, voice sticky.

"Hubby, we have a guest."

Vincent turned around, saw me, hand shook, bowl fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.

"Why are you here!"

Lyla sighed with pity.

"Luna's mom is having a hard time, delivering food now."

Vincent glanced at the flowers on the table, recalling the delivery person's voice just now was indeed similar to mine, but never expected it to be really me.

He pulled me awkwardly.

"Listen to my explanation, this..."

Before he finished, Lyla pulled him to declare sovereignty.

"You guys are divorced, what's there to explain."

"Luna's mom, President Vincent will pay Luna's child support. Don't be shameless and pester him."

I stared into Vincent's eyes.

"It is time to divorce."