Her Perfect Betrayal

Chapter 10

Dorothy's face turned crimson. "What is the meaning of this?!"

She stormed toward the security guards, pointing furiously at the suitcases. "Who gave you permission to touch my belongings?"

The guards remained expressionless and Dorothy's voice rose. "I live here! You have no right to stop me from entering my own home!"

One of the guards calmly shook his head. "I'm sorry, ma'am. We've simply been instructed to deny you access."

“Who the hell gave you that order? Who?!” Dorothy’s voice trembled with fury. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll file a formal complaint against every one of you! Do you even know who I am?”

The guards exchanged a glance. They had clearly dealt with angry residents before, so they weren't in anyway moved.

"You're free to file whatever complaint you wish," one of them replied calmly. "But we're only following the instructions given to us."

Dorothy clenched her fists. “I said, whose instructions? Tell me!”

The guard hesitated for a moment before finally answering, “Mr. Raphael Foster’s.”

The name hit Dorothy like a slap and her expression instantly froze.

Raphael.

Had he really gone this far?

Before she could say anything else, the guard continued. "Mr. Foster asked us to give you a message."

Dorothy stared at him. "What message?"

"He said you should meet him at the courthouse tomorrow morning. He'll be waiting there to finalize your divorce."

Silence fell over the entrance as Dorothy’s eyes flickered with a mixture of rage and shock.

Beneath the anger, however, was a trace of panic.

She couldn’t believe that the Raphael she knew had actually made up his mind to go through with the divorce.

She had spent the entire evening waiting for him to call and apologize. Instead, he had thrown her belongings out and arranged the divorce. And now he was sending a message through security guards in front of everyone!

Dorothy's face burned. She could feel the eyes of her old friends on her. The humiliation was almost unbearable!

She had invited them back to her luxurious residence precisely because she wanted to regain some of the dignity she had lost earlier. Instead, they had watched her get refused entry.

Worse, they had seen her personal belongings dumped beside a garbage collection area. She had never been so embarrassed!

What had suddenly come over that bastard?

Despite the humiliation, Dorothy refused to back down. She was too proud to reconcile with Raphael. And she was even less willing to obey his instructions.

She lifted her chin. "Tomorrow morning?"

Her eyes flashed and she gave a cold laugh. "Who does he think he is? Tell him the appointment will be in the afternoon. I'm not going to rush over simply because some piece of trash ordered me to!"

She crossed her arms. "If he wants a divorce so badly, he can wait."

At this point, Dorothy wanted to regain control. If Raphael had chosen the morning, she would choose the afternoon. She refused to let him dictate the terms.

The security guards remained completely indifferent. "That's between you and Mr. Foster," one of them said.

Dorothy's expression darkened and she turned away sharply. "Let's go."

No one moved at first. Her friends exchanged awkward glances before finally stepping forward.

They had no choice. Since Dorothy clearly couldn't enter the community, they helped gather her luggage.

One suitcase after another was lifted from the ground. Someone carried her clothes, while another picked up her handbags.

Jake silently took one of the heavier cases. Even Lilian, who had earlier encouraged Dorothy to pursue her first love, looked uncomfortable.

The scene was completely different from what Dorothy had imagined.

She had expected to return home surrounded by friends, proudly show them her luxurious apartment, and perhaps even make Raphael jealous.

Instead, she was leaving with her belongings piled around her.

As they walked toward the Brooks family home, Dorothy remained completely silent.

Her face burned with humiliation, that she didn't utter a single word. Her mind was filled with only one thought. Raphael!

Tomorrow, she would meet that bastard and not allow him to humiliate her again! She would make sure he understood that he couldn't simply discard her whenever he pleased.

He would have to apologize and admit that he had been wrong. And most importantly, she would regain the upper hand.

Dorothy's fingers slowly tightened around the strap of her handbag.