Chapter 3

Elena’s heart skipped a beat. Then she opened the door roughly.

The sight she saw made her anger boil over.

Damian and Isabella were on the bed, their bodies intertwined, the man’s hand caressing the woman’s face tenderly.

Isabella turned her head and smiled sarcastically. “Oh, Elena. You came at an inopportune time! Your presence is very disturbing!”

Elena snorted, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry, Mistress Isabella, if my arrival has disturbed Madame and Sir.”

Damian looked at her lazily, not at all bothered by her presence. “What are you doing here? Oh, I know; you must be begging to come back to me, right? Don’t wish, Elena!”

Elena stepped closer, throwing the divorce envelope at his chest. “Don’t be too confident, Mr. Damian!” Elena grinned. “Sign this.”

Damian sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed casually. “Are you sure?” Damian smiled playfully at Elena.

“I have no reason to keep a jerk like you around, Mr. Damian,” Elena replied quickly.

Damian took the envelope, opened it, and skimmed through it before chuckling. “You really want to end it all?”

“Isn’t that what you want, Mr. Damian?”

Isabella chuckled from her bed. “You’re so pathetic, Elena. To be honest, I pity you.”

Elena turned to her with a sharp look. “Pity? There’s no need. I just pity you for having to accept the remains of the man who was once my husband.”

Isabella raised her eyebrows, as if unfazed.

Damian finally picked up the pen and signed the document. “Alright, I’ll sign it!”

He then took a piece of check from the drawer and wrote a large sum of money on it. Casually, he handed the check to Elena. “Five billion. That’s more than enough for you and your children, right?”

Elena stared at the check for a long time.

Then, with a quick movement, she tore the check into pieces and threw them at Damian’s face.

“I don’t need your money, Mr. Damian!”

Isabella laughed softly. “Oh, what an arrogant ex-wife you have, dear.”

Elena looked directly at Damian. “You think the price of ten years of marriage can be paid with a piece of paper? Save your money, Mr. Damian. My three children and I don’t need money from a heartless jerk like you!”

Damian squinted, his expression turning sharper. “Fine. Don’t regret it, Elena.”

Elena smiled coldly. “My only regret is ever loving an asshole like you.”

Without waiting for a reply, Elena turned around and strode out of the room with her head held high.

The next day, in front of the registry office, Elena stood tall with her head held high. Her hands clutched tightly around her small bag, while beside her, Damian stood arrogantly.

An officer arrived carrying two divorce certificates, handing them over one by one.

“This is the divorce certificate, sir, madam. You are now officially divorced,” the officer said formally.

Elena accepted the document with a faint smile. Meanwhile, Damian only let out a long sigh, slipping the divorce certificate into his coat without looking at it again.

“You think you can survive without me?” Damian spoke in a mocking tone.

Elena turned her head, raising one eyebrow. “Of course.”

Damian chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t be ridiculous, Elena. Without my money, you won’t survive. You shouldn’t have refused the compensation I offered.”

Elena gave a sarcastic smile. “Oh, so now you’re worried?”

Damian slowly shook his head, as if in pity. “I’m just thinking realistically. You have no one, no proper job. Do you really think the world will side with you?”

Elena let out a small laugh, then looked at the man with a gaze full of confidence. “I don’t need the world to be on my side. I just need the certainty that I can stand on my own without your money, Mr. Damian!”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Interesting. I want to see how long you can survive without my compensation.”

Elena crossed her arms over her chest. She gave no response to her ex-husband’s words.

The man chuckled again, this time more condescendingly. “And you think any man will want to be with you after this?”

Elena stifled a laugh. “And why should I care about that?”

Damian stepped closer, his voice lower but sharp. “You’re no longer attractive, Elena. You can’t take care of yourself. You’ve gained weight, you’re not as beautiful as you used to be, and most importantly, you can’t give me a son.”

Elena kept smiling, her gaze growing colder. “You’re so funny, Mr. Damian! You speak as if I still want to get your attention.”

Damian’s face hardened.

Elena continued, her voice calm but deadly, “Listen, Mr. Damian. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t need validation from a man who betrayed his marriage just because he was obsessed with having a son. You think I will cry and beg you? You’re very wrong, sir. In fact, I’m truly grateful.”

“Grateful?” Damian repeated with a mocking tone. “You’re grateful for losing everything?”

Elena laughed softly yet confidently. “I’m grateful because I’m finally free from a man who never appreciated his wife. You think I’ll be crushed? Oh no, Mr. Damian, I’m actually very happy to be free of you. All this time, you’ve been pressuring me with so many demands. I had to stay beautiful, I had to take care of myself perfectly. And you didn’t even hire a babysitter to help me with the children? You touched me just to get me pregnant again quickly, hoping for a son. When you found out the baby I was carrying was a girl, you threw me away.”

The man glared at her sharply. He didn’t care about Elena’s words.

“Enough, Elena. There’s no need to talk about this anymore! I just can’t wait to see you fail,” he muttered coldly.

Elena shrugged. “And I can’t wait to see you regret underestimating me!”

Without waiting any longer, Elena turned and walked away with steady steps.