Chapter 7
I was determined to file for divorce.
But Gabriel refused to sign the papers.
It dragged on and on.
Before I knew it, the court date arrived.
In court, he confessed to killing Nicho. He didn’t deny a thing. As Nicho’s mother, I refused to forgive him.
In the end, he was sentenced to five years for involuntary manslaughter.
Right before they took him away, eyes red, he looked at me and said, “Stephie, I killed Nicho. I deserve this. I’ll serve my time. But… I still hope you’ll forgive me…”
I stared straight into his bloodshot eyes. “Never,” I said. “Not in this lifetime!”
“Why…?” His voice cracked, like he still couldn’t accept it.
I took a breath. My voice was cold. “Gabriel, do you remember the vow you made when you chased after me? You swore you’d only love me, only spoil me, never stray, never betray–and if you did, you’d die a miserable death!
“And what did you do? You broke every word of it. You betrayed me. You tore me apart. And now you dare ask for forgiveness? I will never forgive you. Not today. Not ever!”
Gabriel was full of regret, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.
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took him away
Then the bailiffs took him
I turned around and didn’t look back.
After he went to prison, I took over the Marcy Group.
I wasn’t exactly a pro at business, so I hired two high–paid assistants to help me manage things.
With their support, the company kept running smoothly.
Soon after, I filed a lawsuit to recover the assets Gabriel gave Clarissa during our marriage, worth over five million dollars.
But she’d already burned through it all. She had nothing left and refused to pay a cent.
Eventually, the court froze all her accounts by force.
Furious, she stormed into the Marcy Group, face dark, eyes blazing. “Stephanie! Why the hell are you going this far?! That money–Gabriel gave it to me willingly! You had no right to take it back! And my kids are his, too! They deserve to inherit his assets! You have no right to keep everything for yourself!”
Inherit?
I couldn’t help but laugh. Out loud.
“Wow, Clarissa, Gabriel’s not even dead yet, and you’re already eyeing his inheritance? Hate to break it to you, but I’m the legal wife. Your little bastards are just illegitimate kids. As long as he’s still breathing, and I don’t sign off, you won’t see a single damn cent.”
Her nostrils flared, her chest heaving with rage.
She started screaming that she’d kill me. I didn’t flinch–just called security and had her thrown out.
With Gabriel gone, no one was left to protect her or those two brats.
Penniless and out of options, she ended up crammed into a ten–square- meter rental with her kids.
She’d lived comfortably all her life and had no idea how to suffer. To raise them, she finally caved and started working at a bar, serving drinks.
Night after night, she drowned in booze, forced to cozy up to sleazy drunks. Even when their filthy hands roamed her body, she didn’t dare fight back. She just clenched her teeth and took it.
And sometimes–when money got too tight–she sold herself.
The proud, pampered kept woman? Now she was nothing but a discarded mistress, used and tossed by anyone who paid.
