After His Mistress Killed His Grandfather I Divorced Him

I was out shopping for jewelry with Scott and Capri when we ran into Diego's assistant at the checkout counter.

Vera saw Capri picking out an affordable ruby bracelet and snatched it away, smashing it on the ground, sending shards flying. "If you can't afford it, don't bother coming in! With such poor taste, how can you call yourselves part of Diego's family? Don't drag him down with you!"

I asked the salesperson to bring another bracelet just like the one before, but Vera broke that one too. "This store should verify who can buy things here. You probably used Diego's card to get in, right? Can't you manage without Diego's money?"

Scott was so angry that he had a heart attack. I tried to convince Diego to come to the hospital to see him one last time. Diego sneered, “Vera already told me your grandfather's faking sick to get my sympathy—pathetic. I won't fall for it. If he dies, don't bother telling me. I might just celebrate with fireworks."

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"Diego, your grandfather's had a heart attack. The doctors say it's serious. You need to come right away!"

Diego replied nonchalantly, "Lucia, you sure know how to put on a show. I just got back from a business trip, and suddenly my grandfather ends up in the hospital? You really want my attention so badly you're willing to exploit family?"

My heart sank. Scott had been in the emergency room for three hours already, with two critical notices issued by the doctors. Capri, before passing out, begged me to contact Diego. Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother with him.

"I'm not staging anything. Vera saw us buying jewelry together, and she had the security team rough us up. Grandpa's heart stopped twice; we don’t know how long he can hold on. Please come to see him for the last time."

Despite my pleas, Diego remained indifferent. He kicked his suitcase hard and shouted, "Lucia, I don't have time for your drama! Vera's already told me everything—I’m not naive enough to buy jewelry for those relatives you call grandparents with my credit card."

"Those country bumpkins—if I show up, you'd pounce on me like hyenas."

Vera’s smug voice came through the phone, taunting, "Lucia, using such pitiful methods to catch a man's attention is sad. If you want proof you're not faking, why not have the old lady call Diego on video so he can recognize her?"

I had no response. Capri's blood pressure hadn't dropped since she fainted—she had already been taken to surgery. Even if she could call, knowing her son is behaving this way, it might just make her pass out again.

"Grandma is in the operating room too. Just come and see for yourself!"

But my words meant nothing to Diego—on the other end of the line, there were sounds of indulgence and careless breaths.

"Your lies are transparent. I’ve no time for you now—I just want to relax."

Diego's voice dripped with suggestiveness as Vera cooed, "You say you miss me, yet you're distracted by other women. How dull..."

"Little temptress, getting impatient now, huh? I'll show you what's exciting."

The call ended, cutting off the vile words, but my heart felt as if it was pierced by needles, waves of pain running through me as tears flowed uncontrollably.

I wasn't crying for Diego; our marriage had long been a facade, and if he cared even a little, he'd know my grandparents have been gone for years. There’s no deception here.

It’s because Scott and Capri have always been so good to me, and I genuinely hoped they’d be okay. Now they're fighting for their lives, while their son cavorts with his assistant—it’s absurd.

Scott and Capri have always been dignified and wanted to handle this peacefully after the incident, but Vera only escalated things with insults and aggression, leading to this catastrophe.