After the Divorce, I Never Looked Back

Waking up once more, I found myself resting on the bed.

Next to me sat the clothes I still had not completely packed.

Suddenly, Tristan pushed the door wide and entered.

He looked over at me, then tightly frowned. “Sybil has not felt good these recent days. Prepare her some light food.”

I quietly shut my eyes.

Tristan noticed my silent refusal. He did not mind and spoke, “Lexie, those tasks are what you must handle. After all, you still owe me.”

Right away, I opened my eyes and stared at him. “I owe you nothing.”

My voice sounded dry.

Tristan only thought it funny after hearing that and actually started counting things. “You owe me nothing? Then haven’t your meals, outfits, everyday costs, and the rest of these five years all been paid by me?”

“Your parents’ hospital bills and funeral costs. Were they not all paid by me?”

“And the benefits you received from my mother during holidays, which one did not come from my family?”

“If I had not supported your food and shelter, how could you have enjoyed such comfortable care?”

I gripped the corner of the blanket. My heart felt as if it had been ripped apart, endless cold needles rushing inside and stabbing my heart with pain.

From the time Sybil returned to the country five years earlier, Tristan hadn’t given me even one dollar. My living expenses and daily spending had all come from me working ten part-time jobs.

And my parents’ hospital costs had been traded with my marriage and my womb.

Not to mention that whenever Everleigh handed me gifts in front of Tristan, she later quietly sent people to take them back once Tristan wasn’t nearby.

But I couldn’t say any of this.

Watching me silently, Tristan assumed I had nothing to say because of guilt.

The side of his lips rose into a proud smile, and his voice suddenly grew a little gentler. “Alright, stop making a scene. As long as you properly look after Sybil, I’ll make it up to you.”

Was this counted as giving a sweet date after a slap?

I didn’t bother to argue with him and quietly looked away.

Tristan noticed my calm look, and an unease flashed through his heart.

“Tristan…”

Downstairs, Sybil softly cried, and Tristan walked away without turning back.

At that same moment, a notice appeared on my phone.

[The divorce process is finished. Your documents have also been successfully canceled. The flight is tomorrow morning at nine. Take what belongs to you and leave fast.]

I quickly sent back a short reply. [Okay.]

The noise of a car engine came from outside. I dragged my tired body and started to pack my belongings.

Around two and a half hours later, I arranged three or four boxes, then gave every one of them to poor mountain villages.

When the final box was taken away, Tristan drove back.

Seeing those items, suspicion rose in his heart. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t even turn around. “Throwing out some useless garbage.”

Including you, this garbage.

Tristan didn’t doubt further. Instead, he hurried forward, seized my wrist, and without another word pulled me outside.

I struggled, but it was useless, and I asked, “What are you doing? Didn’t you go be with Sybil?”

Tristan pushed me into the car and said seriously, “She just had a miscarriage. The hospital doesn’t have a match for blood. Go donate blood to her.”

I gave a faint, cold smile and questioned, “Didn’t you say five days ago she was on her period and couldn’t touch cold water?”

Tristan’s face showed a brief moment of awkwardness, and his expression froze.

I understood everything in an instant.

Back then, those words were just to send me away. Now that trouble had come, he couldn’t hide the truth anymore.

Tristan kept his face controlled and looked straight ahead as he said, “Her boyfriend is abroad right now. It’s not convenient to expose her pregnancy.”

“Alright, just donate the blood. After you’re done, I’ll give you the necklace you liked.”

Even now, Tristan still thought I was a gold digger.

I looked out the window, holding back the pain in my eyes.

As early as two months ago, I had already heard that Sybil was pregnant.

I just didn’t dare believe it. Later, when I saw Tristan firmly protecting Sybil in court, his eyes occasionally drifting to her stomach, I understood everything.

Forced to the hospital for blood donation, I sat in the collection room in silence. By the time 600cc was taken, my vision was already dark, and my head was spinning.

Tristan’s face darkened. “Keep drawing. Sybil is not out of danger yet.”

The nurse coldly continued drawing my blood.

After another 300cc was taken, I could no longer hold on and blacked out.

A brief look of guilt flashed in Tristan’s eyes. Just as he was about to come over to help me, the bodyguard outside reported, “President Cohen, Miss Cardenas is safe now.”

Tristan dropped the words, “Take care of her. I’ll check on her later.”

Then he rushed away.

When I woke up again, Tristan still didn’t come back.

It was already nighttime, and I had been left in the corridor with no one caring.

After resting for a bit, I got up and headed downstairs. As soon as I reached the underground parking area, I spotted a familiar car nearby.

Inside the driver’s seat, Tristan and Sybil were kissing passionately.

My stomach turned violently. I immediately covered my mouth and hurried away in panic.

After leaving the underground parking lot, I took a taxi to City Hall to claim my divorce certificate and new documents.

Once I had them, just as I was about to find a hotel for the night, three or four drunk men suddenly appeared in front of me.

“Little miss, where are you off to have fun so late?”