The Divorcee Amazed the World

Susan was infuriated, her face contorted with anger as she shredded the note into pieces.

About to tear the check, Grace stopped her. “Why quarrel over money? Two million is still money.”

Gritting her teeth, Susan said, “I can’t swallow this humiliation!”

“Mom will find a way to teach him a lesson. I’m really fed up; he dares to play with Grace’s daughter!”

Ten more days passed.

Susan found out she was pregnant!

Susan was in complete panic.

She changed her phone and called Bruce.

A woman answered the phone with a coquettish voice, “Who are you?”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Susan was stunned, “Isn’t this Bruce’s phone?”

“Yeah, he’s in the shower. Do you have something urgent?”

Susan was enraged, “Who are you?”

The woman giggled, “In the middle of the night, being together with him, who do you think I am?”

Gritting her teeth, Susan said, “I’m his girlfriend. Let him answer the phone!”

“Well, well, I’m also his girlfriend. We’ve been together for years. Are you a newcomer? darling, being a mistress is not moral.”

Susan was so angry that her teeth were about to shatter.

She threw her phone on the spot.

The woman smiled, handed the phone to Bruce, and said, “Is it too cruel to the little girl?”

Bruce took the phone, threw it on the nearby table, and said disdainfully, “It’s just a staged act. She actually took it seriously and even wanted to marry me. I don’t know if she’s genuinely stupid or just pretending to be innocent.”

The woman giggled, “You men are all so cruel.”

Bruce sneered, “If I knew she would be this troublesome, I should have waited a few more minutes. Life is hard, and there are so many things to deal with. I was drugged that night; under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even bother.”

“Don’t say that. After all, she’s a wealthy young lady.”

“A wealthy young lady is useless. She’s not as good as a prostitute.” Bruce held the woman’s waist and shifted her position skillfully, lifting the hem of her black suspender skirt…

Midway through, Bruce’s phone rang again.

It was Ryan calling.

Bruce picked up the phone, glanced casually, and answered it.

Ryan said angrily, “How did you handle it? Susan is pregnant!”

Bruce frowned, “How did she get pregnant? I made her take medicine.”

Ryan said impatiently, “Deal with it properly, don’t disappoint me!”

“Okay.”

The next day, early in the morning, Bruce brought a three-million-dollar check and arranged to meet Susan in a cafe.

He pushed the check in front of her.

With a mocking smile, he said, “My little princess, why make things so complicated? Two birth control pills could have solved the problem. There was no need to go to the hospital for surgery. I truly feel sorry to see you suffer.”

Susan glanced at the check, her face turning pale.

Gritting her teeth, she cursed, “Bruce, you’re a scumbag! ”

Bruce raised an eyebrow, “you the same, little scumbag.”

Susan picked up the coffee and was about to splash it on his face.

Bruce sneered and calmly said, “Susan, I advise you to calm down. That night at Tang Palace, we have a recording of our intimate moment. Try to handle things peacefully; don’t escalate it.”

Susan was infuriated!

From childhood to adulthood, she had never suffered such a big loss!

She slammed down the coffee cup and walked away without looking back.

Bruce’s gaze turned cold, staring at her disappearing figure.

Leaving the cafe, Susan and Grace went to the hospital for an abortion.

Although it was painless, it was still uncomfortable, similar to menstrual cramps.

The main issue was psychological.

Defeat, loss, the feeling of being deceived, overwhelmed her!

She hated it!

Growing up, she had always been the pampered little princess, sailing smoothly through life. When had she ever suffered such a big setback?

She was full of suppressed anger, like an inflated balloon.

But there was nowhere to vent!

After the IV drip, Susan, supported by Grace, walked out, her steps weak, hands and feet cold.

Turning a corner, she caught sight of two familiar figures.

Willis was carefully helping Helena, heading towards the elevator.

The two of them were talking and laughing, looking so happy.

The scene was so blissful.

Susan stopped in her tracks, her eyes turning red.

She stared hatefully at the backs of the two.

She gritted her teeth and angrily said, “It’s all that hillbilly’s fault! If she had divorced Willis earlier, Bruce wouldn’t have come to me, and I wouldn’t have been deceived into sleeping with him. If I hadn’t slept with him, I wouldn’t be pregnant, and I wouldn’t have to have an abortion. My hand is ruined, my life is over. Grandma is still in prison. She is living happily, even planning to have a baby. I really want to kill her!”

Grace’s eyes turned sinister, “I want to kill her even more!”

“Then let’s kill her.”

Grace’s eyebrows raised, “Have you forgotten how your hand was injured?”

“That mysterious person hasn’t shown up for a long time. Who knows where he died. Work with Klein more discreetly and kill her. We must kill her. If we can’t kill her, we must kill the child in her belly. Why should her child be treated like a treasure while mine doesn’t even have a chance to be born?”

A week later.

It was Grandma’s hundredth-day memorial.

Willis accompanied Helena and Zena, along with a group of bodyguards, as they returned to Parvis Village.

They, along with relatives and a professional funeral team, held a grand memorial ceremony.

Willis had urgent business to attend to and had to leave that evening.

Helena and Zena stayed behind, planning to spend two more days before returning.

However, after just one night, Willis called Helena urging her to come back.

A day without seeing each other felt like an eternity.

He couldn’t bear to be apart from her even for a single day.

Zena stayed back to handle remaining matters.

Helena got in the car, heading back home.

Tim drove, and Paul sat in the front seat providing close protection.

There was a car both in front and behind them, ensuring strict security.

Helena sat in the back seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable after sitting for a while.

Pregnancy made her a bit more delicate than usual.

She peeled an orange and held it in her palm, eating it to soothe the discomfort in her stomach.

Suddenly, at a three-way intersection.

Unexpectedly!

A medium-sized truck rushed out from the intersection, directly crashing into the car Helena was in!

A loud bang!

Helena’s body slammed into the right car door, her arm burning with pain, and her head buzzing from the impact.

Paul shouted, “Madam, fasten your seatbelt!”

Helena frantically pulled the seatbelt and struggled to secure it around herself.

Due to nervousness, she fumbled with the seat belt buckle, clicking it in only after several attempts.