Natalie raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "If it weren''t for Sebastian and Joanna and all those other people who ruin my mood, I''d be feeling even better."


    Thinking about what Wendy had done, she knew Nathan was probably about to throw a fit.


    Wendy hadpletely humiliated him.


    When Nathan saw what Wendy did, he was, in fact, furious.


    He found Wendy and couldn''t stop himself from yelling at her right there on the


    street.


    As luck would have it, Natalie witnessed the entire scene.


    She had been passing by a department store and wanted to pop in to buy a pair of gloves. The weather was so cold that the wind made her hands ache.


    Just as she got out of her car, she saw Nathan confronting Wendy.


    Nathan looked haggard, his cloudy eyes fixed on Wendy as he roared, "Wendy, you embarrassed mepletelyst night, and today you made our four sons take yourst name! They''re my children too, what right do you have "


    Wendy cut him off coldly. "Nathan, you disowned all four of them a long time ago. What are you talking about, them being your children? Are you dreaming?"


    "You have a new child with that mistress of yours. You look down on the sons and daughter I gave you. Didn''t I already give you what you wanted? Was what happenedst night my fault? Your mistress and your daughter brought that on themselves."


    "You''re disgusting. To think you were sleeping with that kind of woman while you were still in my bed. Now I have to go to a clinic to get tested. It''s vile. Absolutely vile."


    Nathan looked mortified, trembling with rage. Wendy, on the other hand, seemed to be doing well. Although herpany was gone, she looked more rxed than before. The look in her eyes told him she was living just fine.


    Nathan felt a deep unease. Shouldn''t Wendy be miserable after the divorce?


    Shouldn''t she be the one looking haggard?


    Why was he the one who looked like a mess?


    He took a deep breath. He deeply regretted how he''d managed to ruin his perfectly good life. "Wendy, I was wrong. Why don''t we get back together? That bitch Sophia... she was never sincere with me was fool to believe her."


    Nathan was also disgusted with himself. He subscribed to a massive double standard: he could have countless women, but his wife could only have him.


    Wendy narrowed her eyes, looking at his greasy, pathetic appearance. For years she had put him on a


    pedestal, spoiling him like a prince,"


    waiting on him hand and foot.


    And now, just a few dayster, he was regretting it. His so-called "true love" was aplete joke.


    She scoffed. "Nathan, isn''t this the oue you spent decades plotting for? It''s only been a few days, and you can''t take it anymore? You want to get back together? If we remarry, there''s still that


    five-hundred-million-dor debt. Are you going to pay it?"


    Nathan was taken aback. "Didn''t you say it was paid off?"


    “Someone helped me pay it, but now I owe that person. If you want to remarry, fine. Help me pay back that five hundred million."


    Nathan grew excited. “Wendy, I knew you were the best! I really miss the fish you make, and your chicken soup is the most delicious thing in the world."


    After the divorce, he often couldn''t even get a hot meal.


    Sophia waszy and would sleep until past ten every morning.


    He never got breakfast and had to go out and buy it himself.


    Her gentle, graceful, and generous demeanor had all been an act. Her true colors hade out in just a few short days.


    "Wendy, I was wrong," he pleaded. "Joanna is aplete viper. She''s threatening me. Can we please get back together?"