What do you do when your husband suddenly becomes filthy rich? Divorce him. Immediately. Every second you hesitate is a second you lose. The day Gavin Sterling became the richest man in River City, I took half his assets and walked away with a smile. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my shoulders. "Luna, you are heartless!" Ten years. The pig I raised was finally fat enough to slaughter. Who understands this joy? 1 I think I’m the first woman who wanted a divorce specifically because her husband got rich. The reason was simple. I discovered Gavin Sterling was thinking about cheating. He was one step away from crossing the line. After a brief moment of shock and sadness, I felt relieved. Actually, five years ago, when his company got its first round of VC funding and started exploding, I had a premonition this day would come. Gavin couldn't escape the law of nature: men go bad when they get rich. Gavin didn't know that when he and his buddy, Xavier, were discussing his potential infidelity in the study, I was standing right outside with a tray of coffee. "Hey, Gav, that TV host Bella is pretty hot. What do you think?" Gavin replied lazily, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." "But you bought her a Maserati? That’s not how you spend money if you’re just looking, bro." My fingers froze. My heart slammed against my ribs. A Maserati? Big spender. Then I heard Gavin’s tired voice. "It’s just a car." "Ha! Alright, I’ll keep her warm for you. Maybe you’ll change your mind one day." "Do whatever." The conversation about Bella ended there, and they went back to talking business. It seemed like just idle talk between men over a cigarette. Not a big deal. I drank that coffee myself and stared at the ceiling until dawn. The irony was rich. When we got married, we were so poor we couldn't afford a reception. Gavin was currently planning a grand wedding ceremony for me to make up for it. He felt guilty towards me, but that didn't stop him from buying expensive toys for another woman. Heh. The human heart is unpredictable, and money is a deep ocean. Divorce. I had to divorce him. And fast! Delay leads to disaster. 2 I met with my divorce lawyer, Ryan, at a coffee shop. Coincidentally, the TV in the lobby was playing Bella’s financial talk show. This must be where Gavin met her. The young, beautiful host. Elegant, articulate, insightful. Even facing billionaires who were usually out of reach for normal people, she didn't flinch. Ryan was an old classmate of mine, now a big-shot divorce attorney. Seeing me stare at the screen, he smiled. "Luna, that Bella looks a bit like you." I snapped immediately. "Where?!" Bella had long hair. I had a bob. Ryan blinked, confused. "Everyone says so. We even talked about it at the reunion." I frowned and scoffed. "That’s unfortunate." I wasn't in the mood to discuss Bella. I told him straight up: I wanted to divorce Gavin. "Luna, are you kidding? You finally made it to the good life, and you want out?" "Do I look like I joke about marriage?" I rolled my eyes. Our classmates had witnessed how recklessly I married Gavin back then. I couldn't blame Ryan for being shocked. "You married him when he was dirt poor. You leave him when he’s the richest guy in town. Luna, you sure have a personality." I replied slowly, "Ryan, I could handle the poor boy back then. Do you think I can handle the richest man in River City now?" "You’ve fought so many divorce cases. I thought you’d understand best." Who knows the darkness and ugliness of human nature better than lawyers? Especially divorce lawyers. Ryan was speechless for a long time before he clicked his tongue and asked tentatively, "Gavin... did he cheat?" "He's one step away." "Then rein him in? Sentencing him to death now seems a bit harsh." I snorted. "If I’m not harsh now, he’ll be harsh later. Ryan, tell me, in the cases you handle..." "Does the wife get more based on love, or based on the man’s guilt?" Once the mistress actually takes the throne, how much I get depends on their charity. I refuse to be the passive one! Ryan choked. "Luna, your calmness scares me." Calmness? My calmness was cultivated over five years. Besides Bella, Gavin’s secretary, Holly, was also eyeing him like a hungry wolf. I can't remember which day it was. I went to have lunch with Gavin. Through the crack in the door, I saw Holly standing on tiptoes to fix his tie. Then she carefully took a thermos of hangover soup from her own lunch bag. Holly was always making moves on him. He always refused. But that day, when the driver brought his lunch box home... The hangover soup I made was untouched. The knot I tied hadn't even been loosened. Ash from my cigarette fell onto my finger. Ryan looked at me with deep emotion. "Luna, I should send my female clients to you for lessons." I stubbed out the cigarette and smiled. "It’s useless. They aren't willing, and they aren't ruthless enough." They aren't willing to give up such an excellent husband to someone else. They think they can be the exception to the cliché. Unless it gets to the bitter end where faces are ripped off and love is dead, they can't be ruthless. So, people shouldn't be too greedy. Wanting money and the man? That leads to losing everything. I’m different. Because no one else does what I do: always plotting an exit strategy within the marriage. Of course. I will divorce him. But before I do... I need to use my status as Mrs. Sterling to have a little chat with Bella! 3 That evening, at the dinner table. I purposely put Bella’s show on in the background. It was the episode with Gavin. He touched his face. "What, you think I looked good that day too?" He acted flawless. Zero guilt. I almost believed the Maserati was a toy car. "Gavin, I saw a car I like." He didn't care. "Oh? Rare for you to care about cars. Which one? I’ll go with you to pick it up." I looked at him calmly. "Maserati Levante." His smile faded slowly. He looked at me with a calculating gaze. "I thought you liked Range Rovers?" I tapped the table. "Fine. Range Rover it is." As long as it was more expensive than a Maserati. Not long after, I crossed paths with Bella. Her Maserati crashed into my Range Rover. I planned it. Unfortunately, her car was fragile. Bella stood helplessly by her car, glaring at my bumper with resentment. Two luxury cars colliding caused a traffic jam. The police arrived instantly. "Miss Bella, the dashcam shows you made an illegal U-turn. You are fully liable." Bella looked heartbrokenly at her crumpled door, the shattered headlights, the bent bumper. "Couldn't you have just let me go? I was prepared to take the points on my license, but now look, both cars need repairs." Her eyes turned red, playing the victim immediately. Her entitled attitude stunned the cop. An angry male driver nearby shouted, "You’re used to people letting you have your way, huh? That’s a Range Rover! Why would she be scared of you?" "Satisfying! Only magic beats magic!" I watched the show enough, then slowly opened my door and got out. Bella’s accusations hit me in the face. "Why were you driving so slow?! Is the road a shopping mall? I wanted to pass, and you wouldn't let me. Were you blocking me on purpose?!" "I was in a rush, I had no choice but to step on the gas, you—" Her words died in her throat when she saw me. Her face went pale instantly. I smiled. "Driving such a nice car, but still rushing to work for money? Seems a Maserati can't change destiny." "You need a good man for that. Then you could drive leisurely like me." Bella gritted her teeth, face turning iron gray. She got back in her car without a word. She told the cop, "It's settled, right? I'll pay." The cop nodded and hurried to clear the traffic. I watched her drive away thoughtfully and let out a cold laugh. I was in a hurry to divorce. But surprisingly, Bella was in more of a hurry than me. Or maybe she was just pissed I wrecked her car. A few days later, I received a video file from Xavier's phone. At a square mahjong table, Gavin was sitting next to Bella, pointing at her tiles. Bella glanced at him sideways, voice dripping with sugar. "Mr. Sterling, which one should I play? My palms are sweating." Gavin looked at her indulgently. "Whatever you want. If you lose, it's on me." The others at the table roared with laughter. When Bella looked down to draw a tile, her long hair fell forward. Gavin naturally picked up a hair tie from the table and tied her hair back for her. "Play well, okay?" My fingers trembled as I tugged at my own short hair. I slammed the phone off and threw it on the bed. A sour, aching feeling surged up. I couldn't stand steady; blood rushed to my head. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly to calm myself down. If his cheating partner wasn't Bella, I might have actually let him go peacefully. Not long after receiving the video, Xavier called. He anxiously defended himself. "Sis, I'm so sorry, I couldn't recall the message. I didn't mean to send it, it wasn't me!" "Please, don't tell Gavin." I replied flatly, "I know it wasn't you." He let out a huge sigh of relief. "Don't overthink it. You know how Gavin feels about you. That was just a social scene." "I guarantee, I could cheat a hundred times and he wouldn't cheat once!" "So someone is trying to drag him down." He wiped imaginary sweat. "Yes, yes, Mrs. Sterling is sharp as always. My bad." I hung up, bored. I didn't believe a word from that playboy. But one thing was true. He wouldn't dare send that video to me. Only a woman like Bella, with her "family heritage" of climbing the ladder, would do something like that! Xavier’s comment, "I’ll keep her warm for you," proved he was interested in Bella too. He just didn't dare snatch food from the tiger's mouth out of respect for Gavin. It wouldn't be hard for Bella to get his phone. I called Ryan. "How's it going? Takes you a week to write a divorce agreement?" "No way, we're old friends. I was giving you time to cool off." "If I don't get it tomorrow, I'm finding someone else." "Alright, alright, fine." Time to show my hand to Gavin. 4 I walked into the CEO's office and made my demand straight away. "Gavin, I need you to do something for me." Gavin leaned his elbows on the desk, fingers interlaced, looking at me with a measuring gaze. "Mrs. Sterling seems hostile today." I leaned forward, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I wouldn't dare. I'm just here to ask Mr. Sterling for something." "What?" I enunciated every word. "The keys to the Maserati Levante." He froze. His face went through a kaleidoscope of expressions. We stared at each other for a few seconds, neither backing down. Finally, he tried to coax me helplessly. "Luna, that's not important. It didn't cost much." His face said I was being unreasonable. "You've never been a petty person." I couldn't be bothered to argue. "Mr. Sterling, can you get them back?" Gavin stared at me intently, trying to gauge how serious I was. I stared right back. He gritted his teeth, rubbed his brow, and finally replied, "Fine. Tomorrow." This was the first time I hadn't given Gavin face. But it didn't matter. Goal achieved. "Thanks." I smiled faintly and turned to leave without hesitation. As my hand touched the doorknob, Gavin’s voice came from behind. "Luna, are you jealous?" I replied ambiguously, "You can think that." Once I got the Maserati keys, I drove straight to the TV station and asked Bella out. In the cafe downstairs, Bella arrived late, looking haggard. Doesn't feel good to have a gift repossessed, does it? "Miss Bella, please sit." I raised my hand. Her eyes locked onto the car key next to my coffee cup, pupils shrinking violently! She sat down rudely and sneered at me. "Is Mrs. Sterling here to show off?" She flipped her hair, looking at me defiantly. "Mr. Sterling did ask for the key back, but for a man of his status, taking back a gift means an even more expensive compensation later." I looked at her blandly. Of course I knew such simple logic. But I didn't care. "And doing this really makes a man lose face." I waited for her to finish, then slowly pushed the car key toward her. "His face doesn't matter to me. Miss Bella, a Maserati isn't worth showing off. I took it back because..." I paused. She looked at me warily. I chuckled. "I just wanted to give it to you personally." She looked at me sharply. "What do you mean?!" I spoke slowly. "If you want it, I can give it. But you cannot snatch it. Understand, my dear sister?" Her face went instantly pale. The coffee in her hand splashed. She quickly put it down. I crossed my arms and sneered at her. At that moment, I was a porcupine with all quills out. Yes, Bella is my half-sister from a different mother. As of today, we hadn't seen each other in twenty years. So we both pretended not to know each other. Actually, the moment I heard the name Bella, I knew it was her. At the accident scene, Bella recognized me immediately too. Her target was Gavin. How could she not research who Mrs. Sterling was? She just hadn't officially ascended to the throne yet, so she kept a low profile. Based on my knowledge of her mother, Wendy, and their family education... Once she succeeded, Bella would put on a pitiful face and say, "Sister, I'm so sorry, I really didn't know Gavin was my brother-in-law." I wouldn't give her that satisfaction! Divorce is fine. But letting Bella even smell Gavin? That would be my failure. She wants to pull the same stunt Wendy pulled on my mom? Impossible. Thanks to that mother-daughter duo, I learned a lesson very young. Never give anyone the chance to catch you off guard!
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