Chapter 6

The next day, we went to the registry office to finalize our divorce.

I rushed back to the mansion and cleared out everything related to Jack Sullivan.

Then I contacted my assistant.

"I hear Jack Sullivan is starting a business soon. Cut off his funding sources, remove him from the company, blacklist him in the industry, and have him sign an IOU for the $500,000 we paid to ransom his brother."

"Also, spread rumors that the Williams heiress seduced a married man. Make sure her reputation is ruined."

"Lastly, what's the latest on the Sullivan family's old enemy, the Guthrie family?"

My assistant replied, "I heard they've been looking for Jack Sullivan everywhere."

"Then leak information to the Guthrie family. Let them handle it as they see fit."

After making all the arrangements, I finally lay down on my bed with some peace of mind.

My sister rarely called me, but she did today.

"Mia Coleman, congratulations on being able to be yourself again."

"Sis, I just got divorced. Is congratulations really necessary?"

"Men are a dime a dozen. I'm coming back tomorrow night at 10. I'll introduce you to some men then."

My sister is my mom's daughter from her previous marriage.

People say she's just like me, inheriting our mother's genes.

They say we're unfaithful, fickle, and like to play with men.

I've become numb to hearing it.

As soon as my sister arrived, she dragged me to a bar.

She complained about my outfit the whole way there.

"Look at you, did getting married turn you into a housewife?" she said.

She pulled out a black low-cut long dress from her bag and coaxed me into wearing it.

"Now that's my sister," she said approvingly.

"Mia Coleman, you're a rich kid. Why act so traditional? You used to be quite the party animal."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Vanessa Coleman, is this how you're supposed to guide your little sister?"

"Haha, don't tell Mom," she laughed.

In my previous life, when I was Jack Sullivan's devoted wife, I never went to bars.

It was because Jack said he didn't like noisy places like bars.

"I heard there are some pretty good-looking guys here tonight. It's my treat, I've ordered them all for you," Vanessa said.

"Consider it a celebration of your single status, and a belated birthday party."

The memory of eating cake alone on my birthday flashed through my mind, leaving a bitter taste. But I quickly pushed it away.

Thinking about that scene really put a damper on things.

My sister was hugging two young, handsome guys, laughing heartily.

The boy sitting next to me was very shy, but he mustered up the courage to say:

"Hello, beautiful. You're really pretty."

His words were naive, but I enjoyed hearing them.