Chapter 3 After Everything, You’ve Left Me Cold
Yulia stopped in her tracks when she saw Becky. She turned to Xavier and said, “I’ll wait for you in the car. You two talk.”
She was about to leave when Xavier suddenly stopped her. “You don’t have to leave.”
Yulia shot Becky a quick glance.
“Xavier, you’ll make Becky misunderstand.”
Xavier glanced at Becky. “She won’t.”
Becky waved it off casually. “Right, right, I’m not misunderstanding anything. You two already look like a couple.”
Xavier frowned. He really couldn’t figure Becky out. He had no idea what kind of game she was playing.
Yulia studied Becky for a long moment, confused.
This woman was acting so strangely.
Shouldn’t she be storming up to slap her? Or scream and call her a homewrecker?
Why is she so calm?
She even called them a couple.
Something is off.
She’s definitely scheming something.
Yulia took a subtle step closer to Xavier, alert and guarded.
Becky spoke gently, “Don’t worry, I didn’t bring acid or reporters. But sneaking around like this isn’t a solution. Don’t you agree?”
Xavier looked at her like she was insane. “Becky, what the hell are you doing?”
Becky blinked her pretty eyes innocently. “Nothing. I’m here to talk about the divorce.”
How was she supposed to get him to believe she was serious about this?
When Yulia heard the word divorce, her cold, distant expression lit up. She looked over, stunned, like she wanted to ask something but was too reserved.
Becky pulled out her marriage certificate and ID. “I’m very sincere.”
Xavier’s frown deepened.
Becky urged, “Come on, let’s head to the courthouse. I don’t have a car, but you drove, right? Much easier with a car-just hit the gas and we’re there.”
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“Oh, right. Ms. Yulia, you should come too. Once we’re done filing the divorce, you and Xavier can go get your marriage certificate. So convenient!”
She looked awfully proud of herself. “See how thoughtful I am?”
Yulia’s heart skipped. No matter what Becky was playing at, the fact that she was actually suggesting a divorce was like seeing the sun rise in the west-utterly impossible.
And yet here it was.
She had to seize the chance.
Yulia turned to Xavier. She didn’t say anything, but her expression clearly waited for his answer.
Xavier’s secretary, Kevin, stood in the back completely lost. He had no idea what was going on.
This was getting weird.
Xavier kept his eyes fixed on Becky, cold as ice, like he was trying to see right through her.
Becky was getting impatient and started urging him again. “Come on, let’s go. If we wait too long, the courthouse will close.”
“Becky, you’d better be serious. If you’re playing games with me, I won’t let it slide.”
Xavier got into the car first.
It looked like he was doing it out of spite.
Yulia followed, sliding into the backseat with him.
Kevin took the passenger seat up front.
Becky paused for a second, then quickly followed Yulia to the rear door.
It was locked.
She darted around to the other side, opened the unlocked door, and slipped in to sit right next to Xavier.
Yulia was on the other side of him.
The three of them now formed an awkward sandwich-two women flanking one man.
Becky leaned forward. “Drive. To the courthouse.”
The driver, Randall, looked to Xavier for instructions.
Xavier gave a single word: “Go.”
The car pulled out onto the road.
Becky turned to Xavier and gave him a sweet smile. He ignored her.
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She shifted her gaze to Yulia.
So quiet. So composed. The type that looked like she didn’t care about anything.
Yeah, right.
Totally fake.
She had locked the car door just now.
Didn’t want her getting in..
Too bad Becky was smart and thick-skinned. Circled right around and climbed in anyway.
Besides, she still wasn’t divorced yet. She had every right to be in this car.
Why should Yulia get to lock her out?
Whatever. No point arguing now. The divorce was the priority.
Yulia, meanwhile, was starting to regret her earlier reaction.
Letting Becky sit next to Xavier was definitely a mistake. Would’ve been better if she’d taken that seat herself.
Becky’s skin was as thick as ever.
Becky’s eyes drifted to the diamond ring on her hand.
Xavier had one too.
The original Becky had pestered him into buying them.
The diamonds weren’t huge, but they were beautiful.
Probably worth quite a bit.
She’d need money to raise the baby once they split.
Her
eyes flicked. “Xavier, since we’re about to get divorced anyway, why don’t you let me keep your ring as
a souvenir?”
She reached out.
Just as she was about to touch it, Xavier pulled his hand away.
“I paid for that. Why would I give it to you?”
“You’re going to buy new rings for Ms. Yulia anyway. This one’ll be useless. Just let me have it.”
For some reason, Xavier felt a wave of irritation. Everything annoyed him right now-especially Becky.
He held out his hand. “Then give me yours.”
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Becky clutched her hand. “No! It’s mine!”
“I bought it. If we’re divorcing, I’m taking it back.”
Becky held it tight, shaking her head. “No, no! You gave it to me, so it’s mine!”
Xavier grabbed her wrist. Somehow, he managed to tug the ring off her finger despite her yelling in pain.
Becky lunged for him, yelling, “Xavier, you bastard! You stingy miser! You greedy scumbag! You’re taking back a ring? After everything we’ve been through, this is how you treat me? You’re heartless!”
Xavier toyed with her, flipping the ring from one hand to the other.
Kevin was stunned.
Was that really his boss in the back seat?
He looked like a child.
Yulia watched the two of them, supposedly fighting over a ring-but it felt more like teasing.
Like they were flirting.
She suddenly felt like a total outsider.
It was awful.
She told herself that Xavier and Becky would be divorced soon. They wouldn’t be connected anymore.
She would be the one by Xavier’s side.
Becky gave up after flailing for so long. She was exhausted.
“Xavier… you… I despise you.”
Xavier smirked, all his earlier gloom gone.
Becky’s heart bled. Not only had she failed to get Xavier’s ring, he’d taken hers too.
Then she remembered-divorcing meant dividing assets.
She swallowed her pride. “So, uh, how do we split our stuff?”
Xavier played dumb. “What stuff?”
“Marital property.”
“Becky, all the money in this family was earned by me. What does that have to do with you?”
Becky forced out a response. “I managed the household. That counts for something.”
“Oh really? You cooked? Cleaned? Did laundry? Wasn’t all that done by the maids?”
Becky had no comeback.
Xavier casually added, “Becky, don’t forget-we signed a prenup.”
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