Forced to Kowtow to My Husband's Ex-Wife on Our Wedding Day

On the way home, Dario was cursing while driving.

“I've never seen the kind of people like Garvin and his family! If he still dares to give you a hard time, I'll get someone to break his legs!”

Dario had a quick temper and I was really afraid he might do something extreme.

"Dario, don't really ask someone to beat him up. If we beat him up, we won't be in the right."

He turned his head and asked, "So you're just going to forget about it?"

"Of course not. Didn't he say he want to skin me alive? I want to see who will get skinned alive."

"By the way, is the tombstone you brought to the wedding venue really Maria's?"

Dario laughed a few times.

"Of course not. Have you forgotten what my job?"

I immediately understood that my cousin ran a carving factory and tombstones were one of their products, so he could just send one of them to the wedding venue.

Dario sighed and said, "I think it's good not to get married. Garvin is just a scumbag."

It took more than half an hour to drive to my home in the city center.

"Have a good rest, Oliver, ​​and take good care of your sister." Dario reminded and left.

I returned home, took out my mobile phone and sent a voice message to Garvin.

"Garvin, we are getting divorced soon. You and your mom should move out of my house quickly, or I will call the police."

He immediately replied with a voice message.

I clicked on it and there came his mother's furious screams. "You wish! You did such a shameless thing! Do we still have to settle accounts with you?"

I never went to college, so I started working at a very early age.

After more than a decade of ups and downs, I had finally reaped the rewards of my hard work and opened two small companies, with decent profits.

Unfortunately, I had the misfortune of meeting Garvin and his family.

Early the next morning, I called Garvin and asked him to go to the city hall to handle the formalities.

But the man did not answer the phone call, so I had to go find him in a hurry.

"You still have the face to come to my house. I've never seen a girl as shameless as you!" Regina shouted with all her might.

"If you want a divorce, there's no door."

Regina's voice was full of energy. This was originally an old residential area, so I was sure everyone in the building could hear it.

Garvin also came out and said, "If you want a divorce, first, transfer this house to me. Second, compensate me with one hundred forty thousand dollars for mental damages."

Hearing this, I retorted, "Garvin, you think too highly of yourself. Who do you think you are? You dare to steal something from us. Don't forget, I let you stay here temporarily."

"Ophelia, if you have some legal knowledge, we just got married. If we divorce, I can have the half-share of your property. I only want one house and one hundred forty thousand dollars, which is really cheap for you." He acted like a rogue bastard.

Garvin spoke as if he had everything planned out and as if he had been prepared for a long time. He had no intention of living a good life with me at all. He had no affection for me at all and it was all calculation!

"Go back and think about it carefully. The conditions I proposed are not excessive," he said before slamming the door.

I knew that when dealing with a person like Garvin, I must never go along with his wishes, otherwise he would take advantage of me.

Of course, I was not at a loss for ways.

I directly called the police and reported that people had illegally entered my residential property and soon the police arrived.

Fortunately, the police did not try to smooth things over, but asked Garvin and his mother to move out within a week. However, Garvin and his mother acted like dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water.

"This girl humiliated my son in front of so many people. This is the compensation she should give to my son for his mental damages," said Regina, gritting her teeth.

No matter how the police explained or persuaded, Regina refused to listen.

It seemed that some unconventional means were needed to deal with this kind of scoundrel.

After seeing the police off and leaving the community, I called the property manager.

"Carlson, please cut off the water and electricity in my house 303."

Carlson Leaman had also heard about my situation.

"Your parents helped me a lot when they were here. Today, I will do you a favor and teach that mother and son a lesson."

Carlson agreed readily. Although this was not particularly legal, I was the owner after all and Garvin and his mother were just scoundrels who occupied someone else's house.

Garvin no longer answered my phone calls and I knew he wanted to drag it out.

If we did not give him the conditions he wanted, he would stick to us like a glue.

In that case, I planned to give him a week.

I had lived in my original house for many years, so I was still in the original property group.

The next day, the neighbor lady sent me a message on community's group chat and tagged me.

[Ophelia, that woman has been suffering these days. There is no water at home and she wanted to come to my house to get some, but I just let her go.]

Then accompanied by a picture of Regina holding a bucket from behind.

[She also came to my house and I said I had children at home and it was inconvenient for strangers to come in.]

I replied with three roses.

[My mother-in-law and this woman are from the same village. I heard that she often bullied her former daughter-in-law and used very dirty words on her.]

[This time, she had picked the wrong person by provoking Ophelia.]

[But Ophelia, you have to solve this problem quickly. I also live on the third floor and I feel that the corridor stinks.]

[Hahaha, maybe there's no water to flush the toilet.]

The discussion in the group was lively.

I replied to everyone, [I'm sorry for affecting everyone. The police have given a one-week deadline and after one week, I will definitely let them go.]