I shook my head, saying coldly, “You forgot-our divorce trial is starting soon.”
Preston froze slightly, looking at me with vacant eyes full of defeat.
My gaze was resolute. “I’m divorcing you no matter what.”
Finally, he sighed deeply, wiped his eyes, and gave me the bank’s name and address.
All funds were at this bank. With his permission, they’d transfer the money to thepany ount.
With this major problem solved, the weight in my heart finally lifted.
This recovered money could be used for many things.
I was determined to use it well to make up for Preston’s damages.
Work became busy again, and though tasks were numerous, I handled them expertly.
I didn’t attend the divorce hearing with Preston, letting mywyer handle everything.
Thewyer reported back that the trial went smoothly-Preston agreed to all my conditions without hesitation, leaving with nothing.
I wasn’t surprised by this result at all.
He could surely see I waspletely done with him.
Thewyer handed me an envelope, saying it was a letter from Preston.
He’d written me once before, but I’d blocked the mailing address so his letters couldn’t reach my residence.
This time I didn’t ept the letter either, telling thewyer to handle it.
If it concerned property matters, he could represent me.
If it was a sentimental letter, put it through the shredder.
I’m a stubborn person-once I decide something, nine oxen couldn’t pull me back.
However firmly I’d chosen him before, I was now leaving him just as decisively.
Whatever the letter said, I didn’t want to know, nor was there any need to know.
After work, I had the housekeeper thoroughly clear out everything Preston had left at home.
Including our photos together, pillows and bedding we’d shared.
I never wanted to see anything rted to him in my space again.
Preston’s portion of the marital assets quickly reached my ount.
I pooled the money together and bought back my parents’ house.
It was where I’d lived as a child, full of memories with my parents.
Though it had been vacant for a long time, I still wanted to go home and visit.
Preston had deceived me, convincing me to sell the house to sponsor poor students-a good deed.
So, I’d easily fallen for it.
But after selling the house, I often regretted it.
I only forced myself to ept it, telling myself not to dwell on good deeds done.
Now I’d used money that should have been Preston’s to buy it back at twice the price, finally resolving this burden in my heart.
With the remaining money, I sponsored genuinely impoverished students.
Without Preston’s constraints, I threw myself even more into work.
By my fourth year as chairman, the international business line I’dunched achieved tremendous sess, and the corporation’s total sales increased fivefold.
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Preston.
So he’d been released early for good behavior.
“Soph… Chairman Sullivan,
rattions.” He forced an awkward smile.
Looking more carefully, saw he was wearing a server’s uniform and carrying a tray.
His smile gradually turned bitter. “It seems you’re very sessful without me… Every day inside, I thought about you, hoping you’d be happy and healthy. Did you read
my
letter?”
I shook my head, feeling no emotional stirring whatsoever.
“What difference would it make? We’re strangers now.”
He lowered his eyes, his expression indescribably deste. “You’re right.”
I didn’t respond further, walking straight back to the banquet hall.
We belonged to different worlds now-no need to revisit old times.
At this point, wasting even a moment’s thought on him would be wasteful.
I picked up my wine ss and thanked all the guests again.
Immersing myself in enjoying the apuse and cheers that belonged to me.
I believed this was just one small step in my life.
In the future, I could shine even brighter!