The Ex-Husband's Downfall

Killian paused for a moment, but he quickly burst out mocking laughter, "Sierra, you're just a stubborn old mule. Stop faking it. I won't mistreat my own child, anyway."

He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and slapped it hard against my face, "Look at how shabby you and your daughter are! Take it and buy some decent clothes.

Don't embarrass me."

With that, He put his arm around Vivienne and strode away arrogantly.

I lowered my head, looking at my dust-covered orange vest, and silently cursed him for being a snob.

What Killian didn't know was that the short-sleeved shirt I was wearing underneath was a custom style by the top brand Cortieri‌, worth $150,000. The seemingly ordinary cartoon jacket on my daughter was also incredibly expensive.

In fact, there were many things that Killian had no clue about. I had remarried and had my daughter four years ago. There was absolutely no chance of me remarrying him. Besides, picking up trash right now was simply for the sake of an environmental protection campaign.

Just then, my phone's exclusive ringtone chimed. On the phone, a husky male voice came through, "Honey, you must work hard on the inspection tour. I have a private lounge there. You can take our daughter and go rest. Don't tire yourself out."

“Mhm.” I nodded.

"My work doesn't end until this afternoon. I miss you so much and can't wait to see you."

Hearing my husband’s spoiled, affectionate tone, a wave of sweetness surged in my heart.

Hanging up the phone, I led my daughter to the lounge. But before I could even open the door, I heard ambiguous panting coming from inside at the entrance. I carefully pushed the door open, only to find Killian and Vivienne locked in a tight, passionate embrace on the sofa. I hurriedly covered my daughter's eyes and ears.

Killian, embarrassed and enraged, grabbed a tea cup at hand and hurled it at me, "Who let you in? Is this a place a beggar like you can just waltz into? This isn't any place for the beggar like you to be."

The glass shattered against my forehead, raising an instant lump. The pain made stars dance in my vision.

Several project managers rushed over, apologizing to Killian in a servile tone, "We are so sorry, Mr. Killian. It was our negligence. We'll get her out of here right away."

They immediately grabbed my hands, trying to drag me out.

I angrily shook off their hands and ranted, "This lounge was prepared for me! Who gave you the nerve to kick me out?"

The lounge fell into a heavy silence. A moment later, they erupted into mocking laughter. Seeing that no one believed me, I was about to take out my phone to verify my identity. But Killian strode over, snatched my phone, and smashed it onto the floor.

"You must be daydreaming. This lounge belongs exclusively to the godfather, Nicolas Voss‌. I can only bring myself to stay here for a short time on official business. Who do you think you are? You think you have the right to come and go as you want around here?”

Several pot-bellied men looked me up and down. They asked, "Mr. Killian, who is she?"

Killian replied with a casual air, "Just a poor wretch who was tried in vain to change my mind."

Vivienne giggled at his words, tracing circles on his chest with her slender fingers, "Killian, how could you put him on the spot like that? You're so mean."

Enraged on by Killian's merciless insults and degradation, those managers treated me with loathing. Their vicious slander against me came in waves.

"I've dealt with trash like you a hundred times before. You are willing to do anything for money. Mr. Killian, if you don't mind, why not let me have a fun? It's been a while since I've had any action."

I clamped my hands tightly over my daughter's ears to shield her from the filth.

"You go too far! There's a child here!"

Despite my strenuous efforts, my daughter was still terrified and started crying in fear.

Killian sensed that something went wrong. He was displeased and roared, "Who told you to say such things? Do you have a death wish? "

Those men looked at each other and shut their mouths in confusion.

I have no time to bother with them. It took me so much effort to comfort my daughter in my arms. When I finally looked up, I found Killian staring at me with a complicated expression, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.