Dear Ex: Your 'Love Test' Blew Up

I stated again seriously, looking straight into his eyes.

Realizing I wasn't joking, his expression turned grim.

"Whether you can divorce me depends on whether you've got what it takes."

After he left, holding Theobe by the hand,I picked up my phone and sent a message to that unfamiliar number.

"I've made up my mind.I'll leave a week after the dance competition ends."

After getting out of the hospital,I went back to the villa, packed a few things,and headed straight to the dance studio.

Since I had already made up my mind,I didn't want to have any more entanglements with Theo.

When everyone saw me,their gazes were filled with strange meanings.

A colleague pulled me into a corner, asking worriedly.

"Esme, how did you offend Madam? Not only did she snatch your competition spot, but she also had the director fire you."

Madam?

I followed her gaze to the figure in the center of the stage.

Lydia Montague, dressed in gold and silver, did have a bit of that canary vibe.

Almost forgot-she always referred to herself as 'Madam' here at the dance institute.

At this moment, she was holding her head high, basking in the envious gazes of others. Suddenly, she noticed me in the shadows.

"Esme sis, I'm really sorry. Maybe my dancing skills are more suitable for the competition, so the director gave the only spot to me."

I never cared what nonsense she pulled before, but this competition was important to me-I absolutely couldn't give it to her.

"Lydia Montague, what level is your dancing exactly? The kind for performing to men? And do you dare tell everyone your real identity?"

She was originally a small-time internet talent streamer, who only got into this high-end dance institution thanks to her connection with Theo Pembroke.

She used to act all timid in front of me-now she dared to climb over my head? That's intolerable.

Lydia Montague turned red, speechless, her eyes welling with tears.

At that moment, a hand reached around her waist from behind.

Theo Pembroke looked at me with a strong sense of intimidation in his eyes.

"And what's your identity?"

My lips moved, but a bitter taste rose in my throat.

His mother died because of me.

Even after nine years of marriage and giving birth to his son, I still couldn't repay that life-saving debt.

When drunk, he once strangled my neck and said:

"Esme Fairchild, you married into the Pembroke family to atone, not to enjoy life. Don't forget your place!"

Seeing me distracted, Theo Pembroke leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"Esme Fairchild, if you still want to keep this job, move back home obediently."

Only then did I realize-he was the 'director' Lydia Montague referred to.

He gave my competition spot to Lydia Montague and pressured the institute owner to fire me.

He was forcing me to bow my head and take back the divorce.

Seeing I remained unmoved, Theo Pembroke's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Now that you want to escape my control? Then I'll break your wings and see how you fly."

He made a phone call.

Shortly after, my best friend sent me a message.

"Esme, I think I offended someone. I just got promoted last month, but the supervisor called me into the office and said they're letting me go..."