Chapter 3

I let out a soft sigh, squeezing Alisa's hand gently to comfort her.

"I will always remember how good you both have been to me."

"Even after the divorce, I'll still come back to visit you."

Alisa's tears spilled over as she held my hand tightly.

"Our family has failed you!"

"Tyler... he will regret this for the rest of his life."

Before I could respond, a furious roar echoed from the doorway.

"Chloe, when is this going to end?!"

"Stalking me isn't enough? Now you're trying to manipulate my parents?"

"Do you have to destroy this entire family before you're satisfied?!"

Tyler stood there, his fists clenched, veins bulging on his forearms as if he was about to strike.

Alisa immediately stepped in front of me, shielding me.

"Enough! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Chloe is still a part of this family! As long as I am breathing, don't you dare touch her!"

Alisa was shaking so violently she began to cough.

"You absolute idiot! Do you even know what Chloe has done for..."

"Alisa, please," I said gently, supporting her. "My mind is made up. There's nothing left to say."

Tyler froze, his brow furrowing.

"What do you mean by that? Explain yourself!"

Just then, a sharp slapping sound echoed from behind him.

"It's all my fault!"

Joy stood there, her cheek red and swollen, crying hysterically.

"Chloe, everything is my fault! If you want to hit someone, hit me!"

"Please, just don't make things difficult for Alisa and Tyler anymore..."

Looking at her pathetic, dramatic display, I felt a wave of nausea.

"Joy, nobody is fighting you for the title of Mrs. Sterling. There's no need to put on such a pathetic show."

Tyler snapped. He kicked over a nearby side table, the wood splintering as he roared:

"Chloe, who the hell do you think you are?!"

"You're only acting like this in front of my parents to get Joy thrown out, hoping I'll magically crawl back to you!"

He tilted his chin up, his eyes filled with sheer arrogance.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but your little plan is going to fail."

"In seven days, I'm throwing Joy a lavish wedding in Bali."

"If you have the stomach for it, you're welcome to attend."

Mike and Alisa gasped, turning to look at me with deep concern.

My gaze drifted down to Tyler's right hand.

The finger where our wedding ring used to sit was now adorned with a simple, different band.

I suddenly remembered how, back when Joy and Travis were planning their wedding, Tyler had made up every excuse to stop it.

He claimed the dates were bad, or suddenly fell too ill to attend.

Eventually, he convinced them that holding a wedding would bring bad luck to the family, forcing them to cancel the ceremony.

So, they had been fooling around even back then.

Such a pathetic, obvious lie, and I was only seeing it clearly now.

I looked down and let out a cold, quiet laugh.

"Sure. I'll be there."