Chapter 2

Everyone froze, including Vicky.

She probably thought I'd back down, swallow my pride, and beg for reconciliation like before.

"You said it yourself! Everyone here is a witness!" Vicky's voice had a hint of excitement.

Chad leaned in, his smile barely contained. "At least you know your place! Once Vicky and I cash in the prize, we're getting married right away!"

"Vicky! I'm going to give you a wedding of the century! The kind that makes every woman in the world jealous!"

Vicky looked at him, her eyes red, tears of gratitude welling up.

I just found it amusing.

A man using her supposed winnings to give her a "wedding of the century."

And she actually thought he was making a sacrifice for her.

I shoved Chad, who was blocking my way. "Get lost."

Then I walked toward the door. "Aren't you divorcing me? Let's go right now."

Vicky instantly exploded in anger.

She quickly helped the stumbling Chad. "Alex Thorne, how dare you push Chad? Apologize to him, now!"

Chad regained his balance and yelled at me, "Who do you think you are?!"

"Everyone knows you've been living off Vicky's import-export company all these years. If you really get divorced, you'll starve!"

"With your measly skills, you're nothing without Vicky!"

Actually, the company was mine.

For years, I'd made her a CEO just to humor her.

Truth was, she was almost never at the office. Her executive presence was strictly for public display.

She was so out of the loop, she had no clue I’d just landed a multimillion-dollar contract.

But now, none of that mattered anymore.

I looked at Vicky, enunciating each word. "Aren't you coming? Are you afraid I'll change my mind?"

She glared at me fiercely, then patted her purse. "Hmph! Fine, let's go!"

"Once I'm a hundred-millionaire, I'll buy your pathetic company! Then we'll see you begging me on your knees!"

To make sure everyone witnessed their "love," they even called a bunch of their trashy friends.

This crowd loved clubbing and gossiping.

I'd told Vicky countless times to stay away from them.

Vicky always agreed, but it turned out she'd been hanging out with them closely in secret.

As soon as they saw me, they started whistling.

"Look, if it isn't Vicky's little simp? What, did she dump him today?"

"Vicky and Chad were always meant to be. If you hadn't shamelessly forced your way in, they would've been together ages ago!"

"Hah! You actually thought Vicky didn't want to get pregnant and lose her figure? She just didn't want your baby!"

So that was it.

Vicky, her face cold, openly linked arms with Chad and walked into the registry office.

Even the clerk handling the divorce looked a little bewildered.

I just smiled to myself.

The whole process went unusually smoothly. In less than half an hour, we had successfully scheduled our divorce.

The actual certificate would be issued a month later.

Looking at the stamped divorce application, Vicky shrieked, "I can finally be with the person I love!"

Then came a chorus of cheers and shouts of encouragement.

"Vicky, congratulations! You should've left him sooner!"

"Why keep a dog like that? Chad's way better!"

"Chad, you've got to celebrate properly with Vicky tonight!"

I remained completely unbothered.

I just wondered if she'd still be smiling once she found out the lottery ticket was fake.