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Tiffany screamed and lunged at me, trying to bite. 

I slapped her too. 

“You get lost too!” 

Before leaving, I pointed at Jack’s nose. 

“Remember what I said. Leaving with nothing is your last shred of dignity.” 

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Tiffany clutched her swollen cheek, glaring viciously at me: “Keep dreaming! If anyone’s 

leaving, it’s you!” 

The old ladies who had been silent exchanged glances. 

“Shall we?” 

“If you’re in, I’m in!” 

“Let’s get them!” 

I left the chaos and screams behind me. 

The whole way back, I felt numb, like a soulless corpse. 

With my heart dead, I actually felt lighter. 

Those memories that used to hurt so much to think about now couldn’t stir even a ripple in my heart. 

“That’s infuriating! But what if Jack drags out the divorce? That would be troublesome!” 

Ryan was grinding his teeth in anger. 

“He won’t. He’s a smart man who cares about his reputation.” The corners of my mouth curved up. 

“I have a way to make him come begging me for a divorce.” 

Last night’s livestream spread like wildfire online. 

When the nth relative chased after Jack to “express concern“, he wanted to get ahead of 

the story and explain himself in the family group chat. 

But when he sent the message, it showed he had been removed from the group. 

Removed by: Jack’s father. 

He angrily sent a message to his father: “You’re taking her side over your own son?” 

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His father only replied with two words: “Who are you?” 

Jack’s face turned ashen: “If mom finds out you’re doing this, she’ll definitely divorce you!” 

A bright red exclamation mark! 

He was breathing heavily as he sent another message complaining to his mother. 

What he got in return was a “letter of disownment” from her. 

His face contorted in rage, but then he saw a new post his mother had made. 

In the photo, she was hugging me tightly, smiling warmly. 

The caption read: “Damn it! The nurse must have switched babies back then. I raised a piece of shit and lost my real daughter.” 

Jack nearly smashed his phone. 

Yes, when his mother was seriously ill for three years, I was the one who stayed by her 

bedside day and night, taking care of her until she recovered. 

When his father got into a fight with someone, I was the one who rushed in to take the 

fatal blow for him. 

But why? 

Why was the whole family bewitched, all taking the side of this woman who wanted to 

divorce him? 

Having lost face in front of the family, he could only vent his anger by smashing things in 

his office when I appeared again with the divorce papers and equity transfer agreement. 

“Sign them all.” 

Jack turned away stubbornly, refusing to even look. 

I yanked him out of the CEO chair. 

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He raged: “How dare you!” 

I sat down in the CEO chair and smiled: “You’ve already been fired by the board!” 

“On what grounds?” he asked furiously. 

I slammed another document in front of him. 

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“Did Mr. Song think I couldn’t trace all the company funds you’ve been embezzling over the years to buy Tiffany properties, luxury cars, and designer goods?” 

“Here, every single transaction, crystal clear!” 

“Sign or go to jail. Your choice.” 

Jack’s hands shook as he flipped through the evidence. His shoulders completely slumped. 

He signed, but the hole from his embezzlement still needed to be filled. 

His parents had already blocked him. 

At rock bottom, the only people he could rely on were those so–called good brothers. 

In the past, he had been extremely generous with his friends. 

Whenever anyone had troubles, he’d give them tens or hundreds of thousands without 

blinking an eye. 

Just getting that money back would be enough. 

Full of hope, he dialed the first number. 

“Hey buddy, I need to ask you something. Can you pay back that million I lent you? I’m in 

urgent need of cash.” 

The other end seemed to be at a party, amid the noise his friend sounded very displeased: 

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“Jack, are you joking? I used that money to buy a car ages ago. How am I supposed to pay you back?” 

Jack forced a laugh: “Then sell the car first, help your bro out of this tough spot.” 

His friend immediately flipped: 

“That’s my car, why should I sell it? How can you be so selfish?” 

“But I lent you the money to buy it!” 

“Did I beg you to lend it to me? Don’t think I don’t know, you just love showing off in front of us, acting all high and mighty. Pah!” 

After cursing, the call was abruptly hung up. 

Jack’s group of friends seemed to all be with that guy. 

Because after that, he couldn’t get through to any of their numbers. 

How laughable. 

It turns out those so–called brothers he thought would have his back were all thinking of him like this behind his back. 

He had become the biggest joke. 

He had nowhere else to go, so he went to the villa he had bought for Tiffany. 

Seeing him return, Tiffany excitedly showed off her new wedding dress. 

“Isn’t it beautiful? It’s custom–made by a French designer, cost half a million!” 

She twirled around happily in the dress, excitedly linking arms with Jack. 

“My knight, when are we going to meet your parents? We should set a wedding date.” 

Jack’s eyes were clouded with gloom as he hesitated. 

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“Babe, can you return this wedding dress?” 

Confusion flashed across Tiffany’s face, followed by even greater excitement. 

“What? You think it’s too cheap and want to buy me an even more expensive one?” 

Jack collapsed onto the sofa, finally raising his head after a long while. 

“Emma found evidence of me embezzling company funds for your expenses. She’s threatening me to leave with nothing in the divorce. I have no choice, I don’t want to go to 

jail.” 

Seeing Tiffany’s rapidly changing expression, he hurriedly tried to reassure her. 

“Babe, wedding dresses from Wish for a few hundred bucks can be pretty too. You look beautiful in anything.” 

“The most important thing now is for you to sell the house and car, and all those bags and luxury goods, to raise money for me and help me get through this crisis.” 

He tried to reach for Tiffany. 

But she backed away in horror, clutching the wedding dress tightly. 

“What does you going to jail have to do with me? These are all mine, no one’s taking them 

away!” 

Jack was completely stunned: “But all that money, I spent it on you. When we get 

married, we’ll be husband and wife!” 

Tiffany sneered: “What? You think I let you take advantage of me for free all these years? 

If I hadn’t seen you make a comeback later, you think I’d still be with you?” 

“You’re nothing but a beggar now, not even fit to lick my feet! What makes you think I’d marry you?” 

Jack tried to say something else, but Tiffany grabbed a vase and smashed it over his 

head. 

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“Get out! Get out of my house right now!” 

The vase shattered with a crash. 

Blood mixed with water trickled down Jack’s forehead. 

Tiffany didn’t even wait for him to recover, kicking him out the door. 

Jack wandered onto the busy street in a daze. 

On the street, children chased each other playfully around their parents. 

Not far away, a new mother cradled her months–old baby, laughing and talking with her 

husband. 

As they passed by. 

He suddenly turned back, staring at the family of three’s retreating figures. 

Back then, we had also dreamed of such scenes. 

Him holding the baby, me holding him. 

If he hadn’t been ambiguous with Tiffany, if he had just lived a good life with me. 

Would he be the one embracing happiness now? 

Once the thought took root, the belated regret crushed him, leaving him breathless and in 

agony. 

A week later, I didn’t expect to run into Jack on the street. 

He who had always cared so much about his image now had messy hair and sunken eyes, staring blankly into the distance. 

I followed his gaze. 

In the luxury watch store, Tiffany, who had been missing, was hugging an unfamiliar man, intently picking out a watch. 

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She was using his money, ignoring his difficulties, yet keeping another man. 

“Tiffany!” 

Jack rushed in, ignoring the doorman’s attempts to stop him. 

Tiffany was startled and quickly backed away. 

“What are you doing?” Jack was furious. 

Tiffany froze, then covered her nose when she realized it was him. 

“Buying a watch for my good brother~” 

A bullet from years ago finally hit its mark between his eyes. 

Regret, anger, madness, all surged into his chest. 

He grabbed the crystal vase on the table and smashed it towards Tiffany’s head. 

The crowd scattered with screams. 

Tiffany fell to the ground, but he continued to straddle her, crazed. 

Again and again. 

By the time the police arrived, Tiffany had been beaten beyond recognition, dying on the 

spot. 

Jack had gone insane. 

As the police dragged him away, he passed by me. 

His face lit up with joy. 

“Honey, you came to take me home?” 

“Honey, I love you so much. Wait for me to buy you some roast chicken! Wait for me!” 

I won’t wait for him, nor will I ever wait for him again. 

Jack was permanently committed to a mental hospital due to his mental breakdown. 

But the debts of the living still needed to be collected. 

The divorce agreement stipulated that the money Jack had lent out also belonged to me. 

When the professional debt collectors beat those so–called “brothers” bloody, they cried and begged to repay the money. 

The cries and pleas continued behind me as I strode towards the exit. 

Clear skies ahead – my future awaits. 

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