Revenge of the Divorced CEO's Wife

Samuel and Bryan seemed surprised that I would say such a thing, and almost simultaneously looked at me in astonishment.

Bryan frowned angrily, "Mom, what are you still making a fuss about? Even if I give you a way out, you still don't know how to appreciate it!"

Samuel immediately furrowed his brows, "Rachel, we have had a relationship for many years, and we have Bryan. Can't you apologize to Winnie for us?"

Samuel's words made me laugh.

At this point, he was talking about our relationship. If he really cared about this, he wouldn't have ruined the Williams family and pushed me to the brink of ruin just to please Winnie!

At that time, we had just returned to New York. My father couldn't bear the blow and died of a heart attack in anger. My mother also became seriously ill and needed medical treatment, but we were already bankrupt. Where could we get the money?

To save my mother, I had to work in high-end nightclubs.

I used to be the daughter of the Williams family, and many people in the upper-middle class knew me. There were also many dandies who pursued me.

Since our family was bankrupt, they wouldn't let me go easily.

I drank until my stomach bled, being humiliated and insulted. Someone even forced me to kneel to lick the spilled drinks from the ground and pressed cigarette butts on my body.

I endured the humiliation, just to save my father's life!

Until that time, I was deliberately intoxicated by them.

In a blur, I felt countless hands tearing at my clothes. No matter how I struggled or called for help, it was in vain.

I came to work, but I never thought of selling myself!

I fumbled, grabbed a bottle, and smashed it hard on the head of the person.

The screams pierced my eardrums, and I stumbled out, ignoring everything. But just as my blood was about to grab the door of the private room, my scalp suddenly tore with pain!

A dull sound rang out.

Someone grabbed my hair and pulled it back forcefully, and my body fell heavily to the ground.

A sudden force pressed down on me, and the glass shards behind me instantly pierced my skin, deeply embedding into my body.

The pungent smell of alcohol wandered around my neck and chest, and several restless hands shamelessly touched my thighs and my body, and it seemed like they were about to touch my private part.

The persistence in my heart collapsed in an instant, and my hand accidentally grabbed a piece of debris. I closed my eyes in despair, wanting to die with these people.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and in the next moment, a scream!

The man pressing on me was kicked away by someone.

I looked up and met a cold and stern face.

He took off his suit and gently put it on me. The long-lost kindness suddenly made my cold heart feel a trace of warmth, and inexplicably, I wanted to hold onto him, as if he was the only excuse for me to survive as a person on the brink of death.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Hearing his words, I burst into tears instantly. Before losing consciousness, I only managed to hold his hand tightly and anxiously said, "Please save me."

It was like a cliche story. I used to sneer at it and didn't believe it. But when it really happened, I felt it was so unreal. When I woke up again and saw the man, I confirmed it.

I wasn't dreaming.

I really met a hero.

His name was Nate Ford. He stayed away from womanizing and was also solitary and ruthless.

But he saved me and my mother, and gave me a grand wedding.

After we got married, he doted on me to the extreme. He cooked for me, took care of my daily life, and almost gave me everything.

Whether at home or outside, he was always the same nice husband.

He said that he would avenge me. So he wouldn't let anyone who harmed my family go unpunished!

The warm life and considerate love almost made me forget the pain in Detroit.

A year later, I gave birth to our son Mason and then joined the Ford Group as their chief designer.

Half a year ago, Nate and I started to make those who harmed me and caused the bankruptcy of the Williams Group in Detroit. We wanted them to pay the price!

Originally, I should have gone to Detroit with them, but because of my physical discomfort and my sick mother, I temporarily stayed behind and only let my son go first.

A few days ago, Nate called and sent someone to pick me up.

Because he had started to take action, he wanted me to witness those people going to hell with my own eyes!

Thinking about what Samuel would face next, a slight smile crossed my mind.

Looking at them with disdain, I said coldly, "Samuel, we divorced six years ago. I have nothing to do with you anymore. Why should I apologize to Winnie for you? Are you out of your mind today?"

Bryan asked incredulously, "Mom, why don't you understand me and my dad? We want us three to reunite as a family!"

I looked at him contemptuously and said, "Hasn't your family already reunited? Also, your mom is in Detroit, but this is New York. You've come to the wrong place. Don't block my way. Move aside!"

After speaking, I pushed them away and walked forward.

Bryan looked at me in shock.

In the past, I wouldn't even say anything harsh to him, let alone push him.

Samuel was equally incredulous and shouted, "Rachel, we have booked a flight for tomorrow morning. I hope you can go back to Detroit with us!"

"A family reunion?"

I was afraid they just wanted me, their free nanny to go back to serve them without any regrets!

I didn't bother to talk with them but quickly bought some preserved fruits that my son liked. Then I went home to pack.

However, I didn't expect the coincidence to happen. Nate actually booked me a flight ticket on the same flight as Samuel and Bryan.