After Getting Divorced, I Married into a Wealthy Family

He really didn't care about me at all. Richard was silent for a moment.

He said, "This time it was just an accident. I will never look for a woman again. Don't touch Afro. She’s innocent. I will give you everything you want in the future, except feelings."

I was stunned and my ears were like thunder. He was not unchaste, but he had not met someone worthy.

At that time, he had met his true love, so he would do whatever it took and lost his principles.

Three years of marriage, after all, I was wrong. After thinking for a night, I withdrew the case.

My half-brother became the general manager of the company. I, the deputy general manager, was nominally half a level higher than him, but my father had already begun to train him to take over various activities of the company.

I couldn't act on impulse. Lawrence was built by my grandfather and my mother had given away half of it. I had to keep his hard work.

At night, Richard did not come back and I received a video sent by Afro.

Under the dim light, Richard held his wrist and put down his latest Patek Philippe, with a doting and affectionate look in his eyes.

"Little rascal, don't mess around anymore. What if I hurt you? I'll feel bad. No matter what happens, just leave it to me."

Listening to Richard's low and soft voice, a feeling of suffocation came over me.

"Richard, I broke into your house and beat her up on purpose. I just wanted you to see the truth. Who do you really love?"

"After all, even I mentioned that I beat her up, I know that you will protect me and settle it for me. You should be smart and take the initiative to divorce so you can get out of the Hyes Family."

The person on the other side was arrogant and complacent.

I had already prepared myself mentally, thinking that I had more a support. However, when I heard Afro's naked declaration, I couldn't stop the pain in my heart.

I picked up the strong liquor in front of me and drank it in one gulp. Since I entered Lawrence's at the age of 18, in order to gain a foothold, I drank ten glasses of brandy and a bottle of Lafite at a time.

I was hospitalized for three days due to gastric bleeding. After being discharged from the hospital, I still drank with a group of men.

Since I married Richard, he didn’t let me drink wine and said, "Drinking is a man's thing. I will drink it from now on."

At that moment, I had expectations for business marriage. Perhaps, the husband chosen by my father for me would be my lifelong support. I also knew that he was a decent person with good self-control and behavior. He should not be a womanizer.

Tears mixed with strong liquor went down my throat and the burning heart hurt even more. In a trance, I pulled a man next to me and angrily questioned him, "Why? Why do you bully me like this?"

That day, I held him tightly and refused to let go. When I woke up again, I was lying on the big bed in my only small clothes and there was a sound of running water in the bathroom.

The tall figure was cast on the frosted glass and when I was going to move, my lower body was slightly painful. My heart trembled and I quickly bent down to pick up the clothes and put them on.

I walked towards the door with my back hunched. While I was walking to the door, I paused, took out a stack of money and put it on the coffee table. I left the room decisively.

Just as I let out a sigh of relief, my father called me, "Tomorrow is your aunt, Luna's 50th birthday. I need to discuss something with Richard. Ask him to go home."

I thought for a moment and called Richard. There was a burst of laughter from the other side, "Husband, I want you to feed me! Is it that the old woman?"

Richard's low laugh came, "Be nice, just one minute."

I took a deep breath and pretended not to hear, "Richard, go back to the old house tomorrow. It's Luna's birthday and dad asked you to go home."