Ex-Wife CEO: Regrets After the Divorce

A sharp ding echoed as my phone lit up with a notification. "Five million dollars has been credited to your account."

I shot upright like a fish flipping off a dock.

Victoria looked at me. "That's your compensation."

Honestly, she was heartless, but she never hesitated when it came to money.

Since she was paying, I wasn't exactly in the mood to argue about her slicing off a piece of my skin.

Not that I was obsessed with money or anything, but the original Tyrell's family had fallen from grace. They went from rich elites to broke overnight. His wallet was more barren than a desert.

After transferring the money, Victoria went straight to the next ward to be with Luke.

Staring at my account balance, I instantly felt alive again. I decided to use the compensation to discharge myself from the hospital and start enjoying life.

As I passed by Luke's ward, I saw Victoria feeding him soup. That display of tenderness and consideration was a side of her Tyrell had never seen.

Yeah, of course. Luke was her treasure. Tyrell was just trash.

Whatever. We were getting a divorce anyway.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the most luxurious club in the city.

"Get me eight pretty ladies. Remember, black stockings only. I have no interest in any other attire."

Soon enough, eight strippers arrived. My mood lifted instantly.

They were all stunning. Nothing like Victoria and her frigid, stony expression.

I leaned back while they massaged me, rubbed my shoulders, and even put on a strip show.

"Sir, let me pour you a drink."

"Sir, come catch me."

I was drowning in comfort, completely losing myself.

Thinking back to my old delivery days, I almost cried. I used to swear I'd make one million dollars one day and live like a king.

I guess my dream had finally come true.

But just as the women were stripping themselves, I caught sight of Victoria.

Wasn't she supposed to be with Luke at the hospital? Why was she here?

If she caught me like this, she might actually break my legs and my manhood.

There was nowhere to hide, so I could only watch her walk closer.

When our eyes met, her expression darkened like a storm ready to explode.

I gave a stiff, awkward smile. "What a coincidence."

Victoria snapped, "Tyrell, are you trying to die?"

What a double standard. She could cheat on me, but I couldn't even unwind a little? And it wasn't like she even loved me. So, why was she tying me up like that?

Luckily, I'd seen worse situations. I steadied myself fast. "Why do you think I'm here doing this? You should know better than anyone else!"

I put on my best performance, clutching my chest like I was in pain. "It's all because I wanted to make you jealous! Victoria, did you ever love me? Even a little?"

Meeting my expectant gaze, Victoria replied coldly, "No."

I suppressed the heartache and pushed away the strippers in my arms. "You can stop now. All of you, leave."

The eight women were confused but still walked out.

Victoria clearly believed every word. She thought I'd done it all just to get her attention.

"Tyrell, stop wasting your time. I will never love you."

Perfect. I didn't want her anyway.

At that moment, her secretary approached. "Ms. Gibson, Mr. Tanner is waiting for you in the private room."

So, she was here for business. This workaholic.

Victoria glanced at me coldly. "Go home. Don't embarrass yourself out here."

"Fine."

For money, a little humiliation wasn't a big deal.

As I walked out of the club, I noticed a sharply dressed woman standing nearby. She looked familiar.

After a moment, I remembered her.

That was Eliza Collins.