On The Day I Divorced Him, I Married His Uncle

Kevin shot me a sharp warning look, signaling me to keep my mouth shut.

I had just picked up a glass of water when someone suddenly bumped into me. The icy water splashed onto my chest, instantly making the fabric transparent.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” the woman who bumped me said with a smile that held zero apology. “Who did I think it was? Turns out it’s just that hen from the Dawson Family who had her uterus cut out and can’t lay eggs.”

A burst of laughter erupted around us.

Cora’s group of close friends gathered around and each mocked me.

“I heard when her daughter was hacked nearly to death, Mr. Dawson was off taking Cora for a prenatal checkup!”

“The Johnson Family went bankrupt and President Johnson is seriously ill. I think she also harmed her daughter. How dare such a bringer of misfortune show her face in public?”

I clenched my fists so tight that my nails dug into my palms. When I looked up, Kevin was across the room. He was laughing and chatting with top business executives while completely ignoring my humiliation.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. A photo popped up. It was from Cora. My father and daughter were lying outside the hospital in their thin clothes after being kicked out of it.

[Why aren’t you picking them up? Their bills aren’t being paid anymore. Did they think they could keep staying there for free? If you wait any longer, they’ll be dead!]

It was the dead of winter. Left like that, my dad and daughter really would freeze to death.

Overcome with anger, I fainted in the banquet hall.

When I woke up, I was at home and the thought of my father and daughter still stranded made me scramble for my phone, wanting to make calls to borrow money for their hospital bills.

However, I saw that at one o'clock in the morning, Cora sent me another message. It was a photo of my daughter's frozen body.

[Oops! Your daughter’s dead now!]

My heart clenched and I breathed heavily, teetering on the edge of collapsing.

Just then, Kevin pushed open the door. Seeing my state, he rushed over and patted my back as he asked anxiously, "What’s wrong? Kelly, don’t scare me!"

When I didn’t respond, he went on talking, “I want to discuss something with you. Cora is already well-known to everyone and everyone thinks she is my wife. Plus, she’s seen by the public every year. I can’t let her bear the criticism. So I’ll need you to step aside for now and let Cora take your place as Mrs. Dawson in public. Alright?”

My ears were ringing and all I could see was my daughter’s tiny body, covered in bruises.

Kevin's mind was only filled with Cora and her son, so he never cared about me and my child.

“Since you’re not saying anything, I’ll take that as your consent.” Kevin stood up and continued, “There’s a cocktail party tonight. I’ll have Cora accompany me. You should rest well.”

The moment he walked out, my face went cold and empty. I climbed out of bed and dressed. I pulled out the divorce agreement Kevin had signed, clutched it tightly in my hand and drove to the airport.

Before boarding the plane, I sent a message to that person, arranging to meet him at Manchester City Hall.

My relationship with Kevin had completely ended. Farewell, the next time we met, it will be a fight to the death!