Chapter 28
Chapter 28
For the next few days, I lived extremely cautiously.
I didn’t step one foot outside the house.
I knew he was definitely having me watched. I’d even bet that if I went to the balcony to hang laundry, he’d receive photos.
But it was fine–I used this time to pack quietly and do mental preparation.
I kept estimating his reaction when he learned I wanted a divorce.
Step one would inevitably be fury.
So I wasn’t planning to face his storm head–on. I’d already planned my trip–after submitting the divorce papers, I’d fly directly to Iceland and completely “disappear.”
I thought it through clearly–once I completely avoided him, he’d calm down. He was so proud, and with his princess mistress in his arms, he certainly wouldn’t pester me desperately.
This quiet, drama–free, non–entangling divorce would be the most convenient choice for him.
“One more thing,” Alice lowered her voice on the phone to remind me, “your mother–in–law has been making moves recently. You need to be careful She might not be willing to give up.”
“Don’t worry,” I replied carelessly, “we haven’t gotten the certificate yet, so she definitely won’t dare provoke me. Right now I’m a card still in her hand–she needs to keep me stable, afraid I’ll change my mind.”
Friday afternoon arrived, and after confirming my Iceland flight and finishing my final packing, unexpectedly, my mother–in–law called.
This was the first contact in three days.
I knew she’d contact me eventually, but I hadn’t reached out first.
I answered, “Hello, Mrs. Mercer.”
“Let’s meet and finalize the agreement.” Her tone was brief and crisp.
“Just have your lawyer contact my lawyer about this.”
“You raised it from 100 million to 150 million, and I’m asking you to come finalize an agreement, and you’re giving me attitude?” Her voice lowered, “You must come in person today. 7 PM, Moonlight Elite Club. That place is quiet, less likely to be seen.”
Moonlight Elite Club?
I suddenly remembered Jack’s message from a few days ago: Garrett Wylder would be there tonight too.
Why did all these people like going there?
I didn’t answer immediately. She seemed afraid I’d back out and quickly added: “If you don’t come, it goes back to the original 100 million compensation.”
After saying this, she hung up without waiting for my response.
I stared at my phone, thoughtful.
Alice was right–she was going to cause trouble after all.
She’d always looked down on me. From the beginning, she despised that I wasn’t pure–blood ncbility, obstructed us during our relationship, wouldn’t
let me enter the family home during four years of marriage, and gave me cold mockery whenever I visited during holidays.
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Besides humiliating me, she hadn’t done anything truly vicious.
This meeting was most likely her wanting to “put me in my place.”
I was originally hesitating whether to go after all, she was the one begging me to sign now, and there wasn’t much she could do if I didn’t show up
But an hour later, Jack sent another text: Miss Elara, have you decided?
1 immediately get a headache.
Now he was following up.
After thinking it over, continuing to delay wouldn’t be appropriate either. Offending Garrett Wylder would do me no good.
So I replied: Okay, what time works?
He responded quickly: 8 PM.
I did simple makeup, changed clothes, and drove to my parents‘ house first.
These past few days I’d noticed people stationed outside the villa–I guessed they were Rowan’s people. After he cornered me at the residential complex that day, I’d been alert.
Shortly after leaving the complex, the phone rang.
“Taking a nap?” His voice was so gentle it made me nauseous.
I squinted and deliberately honked the horn.
I heard him frown on the other end.
“I’m driving, going to my parents‘ place.”
“To deliver the suit?”
“…Right.” I glanced at the bag on the passenger seat.
Hearing I wasn’t lying, he hung up. But I knew he’d definitely arranged for someone to follow me to my parents‘ house.
When I arrived home, father wasn’t there, and mother was reading on the balcony.
Seeing me come at this hour, she was surprised: “Not working today?”
I held
up
the bag, “Took sick leave, have a little cold.”
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