The USB of Death

Jenna's live stream had been going on for four straight hours.

The whole time, she was either flaunting her wealth or bragging about her love with Ricky.

At one point, one of our college classmates joined the stream by chance and asked, "Wait, isn't Ricky married to Valerie? When did you two even get together?"

The moment the question came up, Jenna's face darkened. "My husband did have a relationship with Valerie, but he was forced into it. If Valerie hadn't lied about having depression, Ricky wouldn't have felt sorry enough to be with her! We're the ones who are meant to be together!"

After that, she quickly ended the stream.

With a scowl, I put my phone away before heading into my house. Ricky had left in a hurry, so the house was a complete mess because of him.

Thankfully, nothing valuable was missing. After doing a rough check, I contacted my lawyer.

I had originally planned for a peaceful divorce, but thinking back to what he did to me in my previous life, I decided that he would have to pay and suffer a little this time.

I then contacted a friend. "I'm divorcing Ricky. I'm sure you understand where I'm going with this."

On the other end, my friend, Brenda Patel, went from shock to delight.

"I'm not hearing things, am I? Have you finally come to your senses? Okay. I'll have HR tell him to pack up and get out immediately!"

Back when Ricky and I first got married, he struggled to find work, so all the financial pressure landed on my shoulders.

Brenda, feeling sorry for me, had made an exception and hired Ricky at her company. All he had to do was run small errands, and his pay was almost on par with mid-to-high-level managers.

Not long after, Brenda sent me a screenshot.

It showed Ricky cursing at a staff member from the HR department. "Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can fire me? Let me make one thing crystal clear to you—I quit! You think I'm strapped for cash?

"Let me be real with you. With the resources I got, I could buy your entire company if I wanted to."

There was no doubt that Jenna was the one giving him the confidence to act so arrogantly.

"If I'm not mistaken, harassment is grounds for a lawsuit, right?"

No sooner had I sent the message than Brenda replied, "Don't worry. I've got this handled."

"Okay."

That evening, I called a cleaning crew and had the whole house deep-cleaned.

Now that Ricky wasn't around, my mood couldn't have been better. In the following days, Jenna continued posting updates on her social media.

Probably afraid I might miss them, she made a point to tag me in every post.

"I've finally joined the car-and-house owner club! I can't even imagine how happy my life is going to be in the future!"

The attached image was downright boastful as it was a screenshot of her own bank account.

I counted the number of digits. There was over 50 million dollars in it.

It wasn't like the tycoon was an idiot. There was no way that simply delivering a USB drive deserved this much as a reward.

The only possibility was that Jenna had reached some kind of deal with him.

Scrolling down further, I noticed something else. Ricky, who hadn't even officially divorced me yet, had already taken engagement photos with Jenna.

No longer wanting to see any more, I was about to block her when suddenly she called me.

Over the phone, she sounded both terrified and full of resentment.

"Valerie, what are you plotting? Listen up! Even if you had sent a dozen people to corner me, Ricky and I won't break up!"

Her words made my heart skip a beat. "Jenna, I'm not that petty."

After hanging up, I suddenly realized something. Jenna probably found out what was on the USB drive, which was why the tycoon was after her.

Alas, she was as dumb as a rock and mistakenly thought I was out to get her. But I believe she would learn the truth soon enough.

After all, that wasn't just an ordinary USB. It was a dangerous one. And the contents inside could easily cost countless people their lives.