She Sold the House, I Forced Her to Divorce

The next day, I went to Dad's company under the pretext of delivering documents, hoping to gather more evidence. However, I was stopped at the door.

"Do you have an appointment?" the new receptionist asked without even looking up.

"I'm here for Norman Tuttle," I replied, waving the thermal container in my hand. "I'm bringing him lunch."

The receptionist let out a scornful laugh. Then, she shot me a glance and said mockingly, "Mrs. Tuttle just brought him lunch. In fact, she's still with him in the office right now.

"Young lady, for someone your age, you sure are manipulative. Trying to take the easy way out, are we?"

I was completely stunned.

Mrs. Tuttle? But Mom was at home.

Before I could react, the elevator dinged open. Carla stepped out carrying a Hermes bag, with several employees flocking around her calling her "Mrs. Tuttle".

When she saw me, she froze in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" She looked me up and down, taking in my work clothes. "I told you I'm going to buy the apartment, and I will buy it! Showing up at the company won't change anything!"

The receptionist rushed to curry favor. "Mrs. Tuttle, she says she's here to bring Mr. Tuttle lunch."

Carla paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled as if something had dawned on her.

She lightly stroked her necklace and said smugly, "Jody, give it up. There's nothing Norman hates more than a clingy woman."

She stepped closer, her perfume wafting over me. "Not that you're even fit to shine his shoes."

Laughter rippled around us.

I gripped the thermal container tightly. "You've misunderstood. I'm—"

"You're what?" Carla cut me off. "Jealous that he's buying me an apartment? You're just some gold digger who found out Norman is rich and came running to steal him from me. Who do you think you're fooling?"

An employee chimed in obsequiously, "Everyone knows how much Mr. Tuttle dotes on his wife. Why, just last week, he rented out an entire restaurant for her birthday."

I stared at the diamond watch on Carla's wrist. It was identical to the counterfeit one Dad gave Mom last year.

"You hear that?" She flicked the name tag on my chest. "You could sell houses till you drop and still never afford one diamond off my watch."

Before I could respond, Carla suddenly snatched my phone.

"Let me see." She swiped open my photo gallery. "How many pictures of Norman have you secretly taken?"

I lunged and snatched it back. "Give that back!"

She stumbled back dramatically. "Security! This lunatic is about to get violent!"

A man in uniform pressed down on my shoulder.

Carla toyed with her car keys, the Porsche emblem glaringly bright.

"That's the tragedy of being poor. All you have left is fantasizing about another woman's husband," she said with a sigh. "

Outside the glass door, Dad's assistant walked by carrying documents and bowed to Carla.

"Mrs. Tuttle, Mr. Tuttle wants you to pick the color for your new car."

I was shoved and pushed out through the revolving door.

Under the scorching sun, I unlocked my phone.

Carla had just updated her Instagram.

"I was harassed by some little slut, so my boyfriend said he'll buy me an even more expensive car to calm my nerves."

The photo showed a chat log from Dad. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'll take you to a Rolls-Royce dealership tomorrow."

Meanwhile, in the family group chat, Mom asked, "Norman, the fridge is completely broken. Can you transfer 500 dollars to get it repaired?"

Dad didn't reply at all.

The next second, a text message from Carla came through.

"The contract signing location has changed. It's now at Tuttle Corporation's mid-year conference. I want to give my boyfriend a surprise. I bet you're about to die with jealousy right now, you little slut.

"But it won't do you any good. I'll be receiving my gift under everyone's watchful eyes, while you can only stare longingly from the audience."

Instead of feeling angry at this message, I felt a flicker of excitement.

The stage was big enough, the audience was plenty, and the gift I'd prepared was huge.