Chapter 3

The venue of the press conference that Oliver held for Kayla was in the busy city center.

With my hair in a mess, I came to the entrance of the venue. I looked like a homeless person who didn't fit in.

The passers-by were all talking about me, but I turned a deaf ear.

Skylar was dead, and I didn't care about anything.

At the press conference, Kayla and Oliver were snuggling closely together. All the media were taking pictures of them and widely publicizing their love story.

I rushed forward and slapped Oliver in the face.

He was stunned.

When he saw it was me, he immediately roared angrily, "Melissa, are you out of your mind? Do you know where this is?"

I shouted in pain, "I am crazy; that's why I fell in love with a scumbag like you!"

Oliver frowned and said unhappily, "Are you done? You inexplicably said you wanted a divorce on the phone, and now you're causing trouble here. Do you really want to get my attention so much?"

The guests and reporters at the scene didn't expect such a thing to happen. They stopped paying attention to Kayla and turned their cameras towards me instead.

Kayla was very angry, but she forced a fake smile and came over, saying, "Melissa, long time no see. I'm back in the country after all these years, and Oliver took the time to accompany me. Don't be angry."

Her tone and her smile were as if she was saying that Oliver had always been her man, and I was nothing.

"Never mind. My husband is a perfect match for you. I'm giving him to you," I said calmly.

All the reporters at the scene were shocked. For them, this was a huge piece of news.

The richest man, Oliver, was actually married and having an affair during the marriage.

He warned me in a low voice, "Melissa, can you have some sense of propriety on such an important occasion? Kayla is still sick. It's not easy for her to come back to the country. Stop acting up."

Sixteen years had passed, and he was still willing to protect the woman who had abandoned him in the first place.

I felt disgusted even to explain one more word to him.

Pushing Oliver away, I limped towards the stage.

I wanted to expose them completely. Skylar was dead, and I wanted to take revenge on them.

Once, I would be jealous if he even glanced at another woman. This time, I didn't care at all that he was embracing his ex-girlfriend.

He seemed to anticipate what I was going to do and chased after me to stop me. "Melissa, you're already a mother. Be mature! Have you thought it through about getting a divorce from me? Don't you think about Skylar? How selfish you are!"

He actually still remembered Skylar!

I raised my hand tremblingly, wanting to slap him in the face, but he grabbed my hand.

He said, "I just didn't buy a birthday cake for Skylar. Instead of coming here to make a scene, you should go and buy one for her! When I finish here, I'll go back!"

I couldn't hold back my tears.

Seeing me crying, Oliver said impatiently, "Kayla has suffered alone abroad for sixteen years. This time she's back, I have to spend more time with her. Skylar is very sensible and will understand me. Don't be angry, okay?"

This was Skylar's father. Even if he had paid the slightest bit of attention to her, he would have known that Skylar had fallen off a building and that Skylar was dead. Maybe he only cared about Kayla.

"It's too late." I broke free from his hand and felt disgusted.

"What? I can promise you that I'll spend one day a week with Skylar from now on. Are you satisfied? Stop making trouble!" Oliver made a promise for the first time in sixteen years.

I said, "Put away your hypocrisy! Oliver, you don't deserve it! I said I wanted a divorce! I wish you and your ex-girlfriend never be happy!"

It was all too late.

It was the end for me and Oliver.

"Oliver, is Melissa crazy? Why don't we send her to the hospital? She spoils everyone's good mood," Kayla held Oliver's hand and leaned against him, saying.

Seeing how abnormal I was, Oliver nodded and asked the security guards to take me away.

But he didn't expect that I already had a plan.

I shook off the security guards forcefully and, under the gaze of everyone in the hall, scattered the marriage agreement between me and Oliver and the photos of their affair all over the hall.