Chapter 3

A message popped up on my phone.

"Jade, I almost forgot. Let me give you one more divorce gift."

She seemed to know I wouldn't respond to her, so she directly made a video call.

On the other end, Asher's friends were discussing.

"Asher, so you and Jade—"

The man lazily lifted his eyelids to look at the speaker.

Someone immediately elbowed him, and he urgently corrected himself:

"You and your wife really got divorced?"

The man in the main seat seemed to be thinking about something.

After a long while, he finally curved his lips.

"We won't divorce."

The others immediately chimed in:

"Right, everything is under our Asher's control."

"Besides, where could she go without Asher?"

Lily's face paled slightly, but she still smiled and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Little Lily, you don't know yet. That medicine is addictive. Once you start using it, you can never stop for the rest of your life."

"It's imported from abroad. Without Asher, she won't last long."

Hearing this, the girl blinked.

"Does Jade know?"

"Of course she doesn't know."

Everyone burst into laughter.

My whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, my brain buzzing.

Everyone knew my weak spot was my grandmother.

Although I was an orphan, I received just as much love as anyone else.

Pretty schoolbags, pretty dresses—all sewn stitch by stitch by my grandmother.

All these years, my tolerance of Asher was because he could provide my grandmother with the best treatment.

I wiped away my tears, turned the car around, and headed to Cloud Nine.

That was a club under Asher's name.

I had to get to the bottom of this.

"Miss, you can't go in without a reservation."

"Get out of my way!"

My momentum was too fierce. For a moment, they didn't dare stop me.

"Isn't that Mrs. Ashford?"

"Seems like it, but didn't they get divorced?"

"The news broke this morning. Didn't you see?"

"She probably regrets it now. Went too far with her tantrums."

...

"Jade? I'm over here."

"What did you mean in that video?"

She leaned close to my ear and smiled.

"Guess?"

My emotions at their breaking point, I struggled to control my voice to sound normal.

"Fine. I won't ask you. Where's Asher?"

"You already hit Asher. Are you going to hit me too?"

I didn't immediately understand what she meant by that.

Very quickly, I found out.

She grabbed my hand and slapped herself across the face with it.

In my moment of shock, someone grabbed my wrist and flung it away forcefully, without holding back at all.

"Mrs. Ashford, even your tantrums should have limits."

I stumbled backward, my lower back slamming hard into the edge of a table. The pain was piercing.

So he had been holding back when he fought with me before.

The person I was looking for finally appeared.

Asher suddenly scoffed mockingly.

"Oh, not anymore, actually."

"What, having regrets?"

His friends, hearing the commotion, also came out to mediate.

"Ma'am, why make this so ugly?"