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After Divorce, I Became My Ex’s Enemy’s Cherished Love
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"Every time we had sex, my husband had to ask his female confidante for permission first. If Clara was in a bad mood and crossed it out, Vincent would carry his blanket to the study. ""Clara got chewed out earlier. She's just in a mood. Don't worry, she'll agree tomorrow. ""She's innocent. She doesn't think that deeply. ""Don't overthink it."" But after that, whether he came home after ten at night, whether he took me on trips with mutual friends, whether we had children, Clara got the final say. People in our circle laughed. ""Don Vincent really pulled off a miracle. He married one woman and somehow ended up with two wives."" Vincent only smiled and placed a peeled shrimp into Clara's bowl. ""Clara and I are just friends. ""We were already like this before I met Isabella. ""I'm careless, she's careful. We complement each other, that's all."" But when I was six months pregnant, I accidentally fell and called Vincent. He immediately stopped a family meeting and rushed home at once. Just as he was about to pick me up, Clara called in a fury. ""You haven't asked me for permission yet."" ""Isabella fell."" ""I don't agree."" Vincent put down the phone. He shoved a hundred dollars into my hand. ""Calling 911 works just as well. ""Be good. Once things settle down, text me that you're safe."" I lay on the floor and reached for him through my tears. But all he left me was his back. Not long after, Clara updated her close-friends feed. On her desk sat a little apology cake. [Since someone has been fairly sincere in admitting his mistake, next request may be pre-approved.] Everyone congratulated me. They said Clara had agreed. Next time, surely there would be no problem. But I only touched my already-flat stomach and sent the divorce agreement to Vincent. ""Then go ahead and approve this divorce agreement."" "
Chapters (3)
第1章
Every time we had sex, my husband had to ask his female confidante for permission first.
If Clara was in a bad mood and crossed it out, Vincent would carry his blanket to the study.
"Clara got chewed out earlier. She's just in a mood. Don't worry, she'll agree tomorrow.
"She's innocent. She doesn't think that deeply.
"Don't overthink it."
But after that, whether he came home after ten at night, whether he took me on trips with mutual friends, whether we had children, Clara got the final say.
People in our circle laughed.
"Don Vincent really pulled off a miracle. He married one woman and somehow ended up with two wives."
Vincent only smiled and placed a peeled shrimp into Clara's bowl.
"Clara and I are just friends.
"We were already like this before I met Isabella.
"I'm careless, she's careful. We complement each other, that's all."
But when I was six months pregnant, I accidentally fell and called Vincent.
He immediately stopped a family meeting and rushed home at once.
Just as he was about to pick me up, Clara called in a fury.
"You haven't asked me for permission yet."
"Isabella fell."
"I don't agree."
Vincent put down the phone.
He shoved a hundred dollars into my hand.
"Calling 911 works just as well.
"Be good. Once things settle down, text me that you're safe."
I lay on the floor and reached for him through my tears.
But all he left me was his back.
Not long after, Clara updated her close-friends feed.
On her desk sat a little apology cake.
[Since someone has been fairly sincere in admitting his mistake, next request may be pre-approved.]
Everyone congratulated me.
They said Clara had agreed.
Next time, surely there would be no problem.
But I only touched my already-flat stomach and sent the divorce agreement to Vincent.
"Then go ahead and approve this divorce agreement."
……
The family group chat exploded.
[Isabella, stop throwing a tantrum. Take it back.]
[It wasn't easy getting Clara to grant an exception. What if Clara really agrees because you sent this?]
[Exactly. Hurry up and think about what gift Don Vincent should give you. Clara already said that whatever you ask for, she'll approve it beforehand.]
Approve...
I stared at the words on the screen with a bitter smile.
Tears blurred my vision without warning.
Even a gift from my own husband needed another woman's permission.
What was there left in this marriage worth continuing?
I sent one more message.
[No need. This is the only request.]
Vincent called me.
It was noisy on his end, as if he had just finished another family meeting.
"Isabella, don't be willful. I worked hard to get her to agree to this.
"To calm Clara down, I personally went to South Brooklyn and waited in line for that apology cake.
"This chance is rare. Stop making a fuss for now. Do you want to travel? Look at the map. Wherever you choose, I'll take you."
I curled my lips in mockery.
"What is Clara angry about?"
Vincent froze for a moment.
"Because you came back to save me without asking her first?"
Vincent laughed.
"Clara has a child's temper. She's always been like this."
"Twenty-six still counts as a child?"
He stopped.
"Vincent, why is your pregnant wife falling and bleeding less important than a single sentence from an unrelated woman?
"You even prepared an apology gift for her because of that sentence."
"Isabella, this is how we've always gotten along."
"Even if I miscarried, it wouldn't matter?"
The other end went silent for two seconds.
Vincent's voice turned disbelieving.
"What happened to our baby?"
"Gone."
My voice was hoarse.
"That's impossible!"
I heard Clara's voice from his side.
I frowned.
"Vincent, is she in your office?"
"She just came over for coffee..."
"Isabella, don't lie. I did tell Vince to go back to family headquarters, but only because he broke our rules. I was teaching him a lesson."
Clara's tone carried blame.
"But that doesn't mean I really left you alone.
"I called 911 for you. The doctor said the baby was fine!"
"You're lying!"
I was furious.
"I never saw any ambulance you supposedly called!"
"Isabella, lower your voice."
Vincent sounded reproachful.
"Clara is blunt, not the kind of person who lies. I know you're angry, but didn't Clara agree that from now on, whatever we do, she'll agree?"
"Vince, come here. The espresso machine jammed."
"Coming."
Vincent went on.
"Isabella, don't joke about the baby. That isn't something a mother should do."
Then he hung up.
第2章
I gripped my phone so hard my hands shook.
After a while, it seemed Vincent had fixed the espresso machine.
He finally had time to send me links.
[Sacred destinations for pregnancy travel, offering your loved one a journey that reaches the soul.]
[Arrange a romantic trip for your pregnant wife.]
One link after another came through, along with long travel guides.
[Isabella, these are styles you usually like. Pick from them, or look at others yourself.
[Whatever you choose, I'll take you there. Clara has already approved the leave slip.]
Then he sent a picture of a handwritten approval note from Clara.
[Vincent's application approval note
[Approved item: unlimited
[Number of uses: one
[Approved by: Clara]
I forced my trembling hands still and saved the leave slip to my album.
Then I took out my medical report for termination of pregnancy, along with my passport, and went to the Moretti headquarters.
Soon, from an audio shop near the Moretti entrance, my tearful accusation began to play.
Dressed thinly, I knelt in front of the bustling Moretti building.
Beside me stood a sign printed with Clara's handwritten approval note.
I held up my passport and the termination report.
"Because of the reasons stated above, I missed the best window for emergency treatment and lost my child..."
"God, an approval note? Sending his own wife to a private hospital needed Clara's sign-off?"
Onlookers raised their phones and livestreamed my miserable story.
"Who does Clara think she is? She isn't Mrs. Moretti. Who gave her the right to approve or deny anything?"
"Isn't Don Vincent supposed to be devoted to his wife? Why does he still listen to Clara?"
"I know that Clara. She has no sense of boundaries. She couldn't survive after being squeezed out of her last company, so she ran to the Moretti family.
"Relying on her ten-plus years of friendship with Don Vincent, she acts like she owns the family business too."
Clara had been about to leave work.
Now she was blocked at the entrance of family headquarters, too frightened to come out.
"What... what is going on? Why are so many people blocking me?"
At the same time, Vincent called.
"Are you insane? Why did you end the pregnancy?"
I laughed.
"Why I ended it... does Don Vincent really not know?"
"That's enough, Isabella!"
Vincent's breathing was unsteady.
"Clara already called 911 for you. The doctor also told her the baby was fine. Why did you get rid of it?"
I froze.
Then I laughed bitterly.
"You think I deliberately killed the baby?"
"You've always had a problem with Clara."
"Vincent, I'm not as sick and heartless as Clara!"
My roar went out through the onlookers' livestream.
The comments rolled wildly.
[God, She looks like she's about to shatter.]
[Watching this while pregnant, I can't stop crying. Anyone who lost a baby over something like this would go mad.]
[Clara really is a bitch. I can't watch this anymore. I'm going there myself.]
[Me too! I'm nearby!]
[Bro, lead the way. My fists are already clenched. Drop the location.]
More and more people gathered.
Everyone shouted for Clara to come downstairs.
On the other end of the call, Clara burst into tears.
"Vincent! What do we do?"
Vincent clenched his jaw.
"Isabella, Clara has depression. You're pushing her toward suicide!"
"And what about our child?"
"Make them leave first."
"Impossible."
"Vince... my heart is panicking. I feel terrible..."
Clara's voice suddenly trembled.
Vincent seemed to drop his phone.
Things crashed on his end, followed by his voice fading into the distance.
"Clara! Someone come! Hurry!"
I listened to the chaos over there and smiled coldly.
No matter what, I had to seek justice for my child.
At last, Vincent came out.
Facing the surging crowd, Vincent's face appeared on the exterior display of the Moretti building.
"I'm here to respond to what Isabella just accused me of."
I clenched my teeth and stared at him.
"That child was not mine."
第3章
My eyes widened.
The furious onlookers were visibly stunned too.
Vincent stood at the top of the headquarters steps, looking down over the crowd at me kneeling on the ground.
"I have never slept with this woman, and I don't understand why she singled me out.
"Miss, do I even know what I did to offend you?"
"Vincent!"
I was shaking with rage.
The onlookers had already blocked the path between Vincent and me.
"Don Vincent, are you saying you really never had relations with her?"
Vincent nodded.
"I have notified my family's lawyer. We will pursue this lady's responsibility for defamation."
After saying that, he gave me a cold glance, turned, and went back into headquarters.
I stood up.
"Vincent, stop right there!"
"Where do you think you're going?"
Someone grabbed me and looked me up and down.
"So she's a homewrecker."
"Whose bastard were you carrying?"
"You came here to frame Don Vincent and fabricate rumors about Miss Clara. You wanted to use us as your knife."
Slap.
A heavy blow landed on my face.
"Damn it. I came all this way and got played by this bitch!"
"You like destroying other people's families so much? Think whoever cries is right?"
"Girls, don't let her off. Let her learn that being a homewrecker isn't so easy."
"No! Let go of me!"
My collar was seized.
I was dragged to the ground.
Countless hands grabbed at my clothes, ignoring every shred of my privacy.
"Rip her clothes off. Isn't she shameless? Let's see if she still doesn't care like this."
"Exactly. Teach her a lesson."
"No! This is illegal! Stop! Ah!"
I had just been discharged from the hospital and had no strength.
There were hundreds of them around me.
I couldn't even stand.
All I could do was curl up on the ground and hold myself, refusing to let them tear me apart.
"Stop!"
Just when I was about to collapse, the Moretti guards finally came out.
I was pulled inside Moretti headquarters.
Outside, the furious onlookers still refused to leave.
They shouted for me to come out.
Vincent sat in his office chair and watched me fall to the floor in torn, disheveled clothes.
"Apologize."
I clutched the rags hanging from my body and lifted my head.
"What?"
"Apologize. To me, and to Clara."
I gritted my teeth.
"Why?"
"You killed our child out of jealousy. Shouldn't you apologize to me?"
Vincent's eyes were red.
He looked at me as if I were his enemy.
"You used our child's life to pressure a woman with depression because you were jealous. Shouldn't you apologize to Clara?"
I laughed.
Then tears fell as I laughed.
I nearly crushed my own teeth.
"I told you, Vincent.
"I'm not as heartless and insane as you and Clara!"
My roar echoed through the hall.
Clara stood and covered her mouth as if to leave, but Vincent's guards stopped her.
Vincent came to me and hooked a finger under my chin.
"So you won't apologize?"
"No."
He nodded and hauled me up.
"Vincent, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
He didn't answer.
He only dragged me toward the door.
Countless onlookers were roaring outside.
"Vincent, what are you going to do?"
My body trembled.
The next second, the clothes already hanging off me were torn into pieces.
He opened the door and shoved me out hard.
"Ah!"
