When My Identity Gets Exposed, My Ex-husband Regrets!

I signed the divorce papers with a steady hand, then placed them on Victor’s desk in the study. After packing my things, I took a taxi back to my family’s manor.

When I arrived, my mother was the first to greet me. She burst into tears as soon as she saw my condition.

“Oh my God, Earlene. I was about to visit you when I saw the news about the bridge collapsed accident on TV,” she cried.

I could not help crying when meeting my mother. All of the depression I had buried for three years had been poured so suddenly.

“Sweetheart, you must feel scared today. Come inside, I’ll call the doctor and nurse to take care of you,” my mother said again.

In the evening, my father and brother came home from the office to see me. My father was still the President of Grant Group, while my brother, Gavin, was the CEO of Grant City Mall, a branch of our family's business empire.

Our family had been billionaires since my great-grandfather’s time, while Preston family had only risen to prominence during his father's leadership.

That was one of the reasons my family had opposed my marriage to Victor from the start. But I had ignored their warnings, believing in my choice.

Gavin Grant, my older brother, was the first to mock me, “So, this is the result of your sincere love, sister?”

I snorted in annoyance, but my mother scolded him, “Don’t tease your sister. It’s a miracle she survived the accident and chose to come back home.”

My father, ever the stern figure, said in his usual firm tone, “Leave us alone.”

My mother, who had been holding my hand and listening to my grievances, gently let go. Then, she whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll scold your father twice as much as he scolds you, okay?”

I nodded, reassuring her not to worry. I was ready for whatever consequences awaited me.

When it was just my father and me, he spoke directly. “Are you two officially divorced?”

I replied, “Not yet, but I have signed the papers, and he has agreed.”

My father sighed, whether in relief or exasperation, I couldn’t tell. After a long silence, he finally said, “Rest until you’re fully recovered, not just your body, but your mind as well.”

He turned to leave the room, but I stopped him.

“Dad, I am sorry for my mistakes. From now on, I will do everything as you say.”

He paused, then turned back to me with a smirk. “I heard from Gavin that you decided to cut off all cooperation between Grant and Preston, including removing the Preston brand from our Grant City Mall. Is that true?” he asked.

I nodded and explained, “Yes. After all, it was me who handled all those deals over the past three years.”

“You know it won’t be easy, right? So, once you’re recovered, work under your brother and manage everything properly. As for the space left by Preston, replace it with a better brand.

“Oh, you don’t forget about your own brand that you’ve been developing for the past five years, do you? Is it good enough to compete with Preston?”

My father’s words were rapid-fire, making my already dizzy head spin even more.

“You’re giving me a lot of work, Dad,” I complained, my tone playful despite my fatigue.

He sneered, “If you can’t handle it, you could always go back to Preston.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll start tomorrow,” I relented.

“In this condition?” my father asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

It seemed he had forgotten just how capable his daughter was after three years apart.

I replied confidently, “The only thing that injured is my legs, but I believe it will be fine in few days. My hands can still move, and my brain is still working just fine. So, don’t worry about it.”

*

The next day, I decided to make my departure from Preston official. I sent my resignation letter via email to the HR department, using my Preston staff email.

Then, using my Grant Group email, I sent a file contained the cancelation cooperation agreement with Preston, citing the failure to meet sales targets.

I knew every weakness Preston had. After all, I had been the one handling their external partnerships for the past three years.

I couldn’t help but imagine the look on Victor’s face when he discovered what I had done. He could easily replace me as his wife, but finding someone to replace my role in the company would not be so simple.

Sure enough, the day after, Victor called me. As soon as I answered, his angry voice boomed through the phone, “I agreed to the divorce, but I won’t accept your resignation. You need to finish your business at the office first.”