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In the seventh year of our marriage, my husband, Lewis, was entangled with his assistant.
Every time I caught him, he would tearfully promise to break it off, only to turn right around and go back to her.
The same drama played out dozens of times.
At the brand launch event, his assistant intentionally pushed me, spilling champagne all over my face.
Just as I was about to explain, Lewis rushed over to shield her and slapped me across the face.
"Miranda! You can't even hold a glass of champagne steady, and you dare to hit Natalie? Get the hell out!"
Dozens of executives and employees in the audience watched as I, the founder of the brand, was humiliated.
I clutched my face and suddenly burst out laughing.
"I can't stand myself either, for I should have divorced you long ago."
Next morning, the entire company received a notice.

Reclaiming Myself After Divorce

With that, she wiped away her tears and ran toward the curb to hail a cab, but she 'accidentally' stumbled and fell, slumping to the ground as she began to sob softly.


Lewis instantly panicked, rushing over in a few quick strides to scoop her up in his arms:


"What nonsense are you talking about? No one at the company can touch you. Darling, please don't cry..."


As he spoke, he lifted her straight into his arms. He shot me a conflicted look as he walked past.


"Miranda, you'll have to go to the airport by yourself. With Natalie in this state, I really can't leave her."


"Call me when you get there, alright? I can't rest easy knowing you're traveling alone."


Natalie nestled obediently in his arms, flashing me a triumphant smile.


"Natalie, I see you're quite happy to pick up the trash I've thrown away."


The two of them froze in an instant, the color draining from their faces.


I turned on my heel with a flourish and slipped into my waiting car.


Chapter 8