Divorce After His Betrayal

In the afternoon, I received a call from my parents, urgency and guilt evident in their voices.

“Kate, we’ve got our return tickets sorted, but it’s going to be a few hours before we can catch the plane. Only your mom and I can fix that machine. We didn’t plan this well, but don’t worry, we’ll make it up to Gordon. This isn’t your fault.”

Hearing this, tears welled up in my eyes, and guilt overwhelmed me.

“Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not being able to protect you, for making you go through this.”

At some point, the people I loved most had become so cautious because of me. I had sent them on a vacation, hoping they could escape the chaos and truly relax. I had hidden Gordon’s infidelity from them, just wishing their lives could be a little less troublesome.

I decided it was time to stop hiding the truth. I told them everything openly and firmly informed them of my decision to divorce Gordon. After a lengthy conversation, I finally convinced them not to return.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the office door slammed open. Gordon burst in, yanking me up from my chair without a word, and said, “Come with me, quickly. Allan Jones’ investment has hit a serious snag.”

I mustered all my strength to pull away from his grasp, glaring at him with disdain. “Gordon, what do you think you’re doing? What does this have to do with me?”

Only then did Gordon realize his outburst and quickly replaced it with a fake smile.

“Kate, you and Allan go way back. Now that there’s a problem, you have a responsibility to sort it out.”

I scoffed, fully aware that this so-called problem was just his plan to hand Allan's resources over to Nala. Now that it backfired, he wanted me to clean up the mess.

“I’m not going. It’s got nothing to do with me.”

As soon as I finished speaking, he slapped me hard across the face.

Gordon’s eyes were bloodshot. “Kate Wallace, don’t you dare play hard to get with me! Do you still think I’m the same pushover who needed your family’s investments? Why can’t you refuse me now? To me, your family is nothing but a bunch of ants, and I can squash them with a flick of my finger!”

I stumbled to my feet, ignoring the blood trickling from my lip. I lashed out at him, clawing at his face, my anger fueling me.

“Freeloader? Gordon, look at yourself! If I hadn't been foolish enough to fall for you, you’d still be in some rundown bar, selling smiles for drinks!”

The office was a wreck, desks and chairs knocked over as we grappled. Despite his strength, my rage fueled me, and my nails left bloody streaks across his face.

Our colleagues rushed in, taking considerable effort to pull us apart.

At some point, Nala appeared at the door. Seeing Gordon’s condition, she turned pale and hurried over to support him.