That night, in the presidential suite, I ordered a seafood feast I’d never dared to buy before. While eating king crab, my son told me stories from my past life.
It turned out that after I jumped into the river in my past life, Scott didn’t shed a single tear. He even released a statement claiming I was mentally ill.
He used my death to build a loving, devoted image, sending his company’s stock price soaring.
That mistress, Barbara, spent my compensation money on limited-edition handbags. They even scattered my ashes in some desolate place.
Hearing this, I crushed the crab leg in my hand. “Son, I’ll make them pay.”
“Absolutely! Mom, tomorrow at the City Hall will be a big show. Barbara will surely protest. You must hold back; don’t hit her. Her fake designer clothes might tear and she could try to extort money from us.”
I chuckled. This little one’s tongue was even sharper than mine. The next morning, at the City Hall entrance, Scott beamed with joy, his hair slick and shiny.
Beside him, arm in arm, was Barbara. Heavily pregnant, she wore a tight dress, as if trying to hide her pregnancy.
Seeing me alone, Barbara covered her mouth and laughed. “Oh, why do you look so pale? Did you sleep under a bridge last night?”
Scott patted her bottom and pretended to be concerned. “Don’t say too much, or she might jump into the river again.”
He then looked at me condescendingly. “Did you bring all the paperwork? Hurry up and finish. I have company matters to attend to.”
I ignored them and walked in. Sign, stamp and get the certificate. I stayed silent the whole time and cooperated completely.
The moment I got the divorce certificate, Scott sighed in relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted.
As we walked out, Barbara deliberately kissed Scott in front of me. “Honey, we’re finally free! Let’s celebrate!”
Scott hugged her and pinched her cheek affectionately. “Okay, whatever you say.”
Then he turned to me, took out a few red bills and tossed them on the ground. “Here’s for your taxi. Don’t say I, Scott, am heartless.”
The bills fluttered to the ground, mocking me.
People around us were pointing and whispering. I bent down and Scott and Barbara smiled smugly. They thought I was picking up the money.