Divorce: Love too Much, Hurt too Much

Cordelia watched as Victoria walked away, repeatedly telling herself not to cry, trying desperately to hold back the tears.

But despite her best efforts, the dam broke.

As she exited the main hall, she ran into Alexander and Bridget. "Isn't this your ex-wife?" Bridget's voice cut through the air.

Alexander had his arm around Bridget's waist, murmuring something in her ear.

Bridget's smile was soft and affectionate. "Alexander, why aren't you talking to her? Even though she did something disgraceful before, you were once married to her, after all."

Only then did Alexander turn his attention to Cordelia, his brows furrowing. "What are you doing here?"

Cordelia's face was as pale as a sheet, her eyes red and swollen. After two years of living in the Davis family's lap of luxury, she had become alarmingly thin, with hollow cheeks. "I'm here to pick up my medication."

Bridget grinned, her smile wide and mocking. "I don't know what your condition is, but I heard from Alexander that you've been on medication for years. It's quite a feat that you managed to give him a child despite that."

Cordelia struggled to keep her composure but couldn't resist a retort. "After a kidney transplant, it's impossible to get pregnant. You're taking such risks for him—now that's love."

Bridget stiffened for a moment, then leaned into Alexander's embrace. "It's not absolutely impossible. Alexander's arranged for the best medical team for me. I'm sure we'll have a little brother for Barry."

Bridget's intention was clear—she was flaunting their love. Alexander seemed impatient, clearly not wanting to engage with Cordelia or discuss these matters in front of her.

As they walked past, Bridget tripped Cordelia with her foot, sending her sprawling. The medication was scattered across the floor. Cordelia scrambled to gather the pills, her lip bitten in frustration, before awkwardly leaving the hospital.

At three in the morning, Cordelia woke up from a sweat-soaked nightmare.

After taking her medication, her body felt better, but sleep eluded her. When the first rays of sunlight streamed in, her phone rang—it was Bridget, inviting her to meet at a café to discuss Barry.

Reluctantly, Cordelia went. From a distance, she saw a woman sitting by the café's floor-to-ceiling windows. The sunlight reflected off her coffee-colored hair, making her skin appear fair and gentle. The diamond bracelet on her wrist looked familiar—Alexander had an identical one, which he hadn't taken off since their wedding.

Bridget was dressed in an expensive cream-colored sweater dress, her belly slightly rounded, looking as soft and docile as a contented cat.

Lost in her thoughts, Cordelia entered the café. Bridget greeted her with a light smile. "You made it."

Cordelia's face was stormy. "What's this about?"

Bridget pushed a black folder towards her. "Open it. I think you'll like it."

Curious, Cordelia opened it to find a check. "What's this supposed to mean?"

"What else could it mean? It's for you to leave this city, as far away as possible."

Bridget took a sip of her orange juice, her face still wearing an innocent smile. Her freshly manicured nails painted a soft pink, looked elegant against her slender fingers.

Cordelia thought she might get a manicure herself later. "I don't need it. I'm not going anywhere. My home is here, and I have no intention of leaving."

Bridget's expression hardened. She pushed the orange juice aside. "Cordelia, don't be ungrateful. I can overlook how you wormed your way into the Davis family before, but now that I'm back, carrying the Davis family's child, this money should be more than enough for you to live comfortably for two lifetimes. Don't be greedy for the Davis Group's shares."

Cordelia was taken aback by the mention of shares. She had never desired material possessions. Maintaining a calm demeanor, she managed a faint smile. "For money? If that were my motive, I wouldn't have gone through with the divorce. Do you really think Alexander would have so easily let me go?"

"Whore, I knew you were only after money. Alexander, come out here."

Alexander emerged from behind a partition.

Cordelia's eyes widened in shock. Bridget was clearly trying to provoke her. "That's not what I meant," she stammered, "I was saying..."

Alexander, holding Bridget close with a look of contempt, interrupted, "I can't believe you're this kind of woman. Now I'm starting to doubt whether that kid is even mine."

Cordelia felt a wave of panic. The way Alexander's attractive lips moved, always managing to utter such hurtful words, was unsettling.

Bridget, clearly not ready to back down, pressed on, "If you're willing to leave, I can offer you money to ensure you want for nothing. But if you refuse..."

"I don't need to hear more," Cordelia cut in sharply. "I'm not going anywhere."