Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!

4. Sign The Divorce Papers!

Tyler couldn’t believe his eyes. Divorce papers?

For a moment, the world around him blurred. The music, the lights, the polished clinks of glasses, it all faded. This wasn’t just a disagreement. This was betrayal.

Becca's voice snapped him out of the fog, slicing through the air like a blade. “I know you’re worried about alimony. Don’t stress. I’ll be sending you five hundred dollars. That should be enough to keep you alive until you leech off someone else.”

Gasps rippled through the room. Some guests stifled laughter, others didn’t even bother.

Tyler looked up, lips trembling, as he took a slow step forward. “We can fix this, Becca. Couples fight. This doesn’t have to end us. Let’s talk…”

“Shut your pathetic mouth,” Becca snarled. Her eyes, once warm, now shimmered with venom.

A wave of awkward giggles passed through the guests. Tyler’s humiliation was a feast for them.

Becca closed the distance between them, her heels echoing across the banquet floor. “You were never a husband to me. Hell, you were barely a man. This whole event? It wasn’t for reconciliation. It was for the truth. I’m marrying Perry. Soon. Today was just the curtain call.”

She didn’t stop there. “Now go mingle with your kind. Broke, directionless nobodies.”

Perry strutted in like a smug villain, brushing Becca’s hair with one hand. “She’s right, Tyler. Know your place. Becca is Amore blood. I’m from the Winters legacy. And you? Let’s see… Which family? The Uber tribe? Maybe a clan of desperate hustlers?”

He laughed in his throat. “Face it, man. You don’t belong here. You were just a filler until the real story started.”

“Take your little alimony and disappear. That’s the only gift you’re getting.”

Tyler stood there, swallowing a storm of rage and pain. He loved her. He had once dreamed of buying her something grand for her birthday—something she'd never forget. Turns out, she already had someone giving her everything behind his back. The coldness in her embrace, the way she avoided his touch—it all made sense now.

She had someone else warming her bed.

His hand tightened around the divorce papers.

Even if he begged, even if he cried, none of it would matter. She had already chosen. Her heart belonged to someone else. Someone richer. Someone she believed fit her status.

There was no fight left to give.

Jaw clenched, Tyler stared at the both of them. He looked pitiful, but he stood tall.

“I’ll sign the papers,” he said, voice firm.

Becca’s lips curled into a victorious smirk. “Good boy. Finally using your head.”

She turned to Perry with open palms. “Pen, baby?”

With a sly grin, Perry reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen like it was gold.

Becca took it, then turned to Tyler. “Here. Take it.”

Just as Tyler reached out, she tossed the pen across the floor.

“Oops,” she said with fake innocence. “My hand slipped. People like you aren’t meant to touch anything that belongs to me.”

Laughter broke out in corners of the hall. Tyler said nothing. He bent down slowly, picked up the pen with what little pride he had left, and stood up.

He signed the papers with steady hands.

Walking back, he tossed the signed divorce paper toward Becca and handed the pen to Perry with a half-smile. “Here. Give this back to your pet.”

Then he turned to Becca, voice calm but laced with venom. “You can keep your filthy five hundred dollars. Maybe you’ll use it to buy yourself a new personality. God knows you’re bankrupt in that department.”

He turned to leave.

Then stopped.

And turned back to face her again.

“You think you won, Becca. But hear me loud. You made the biggest mistake of your life choosing him. I promise, you’ll regret divorcing me.”

Becca scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Keep dreaming, Tyler. You’ll always be a bottom-feeder. You think you can hurt me? Please. You couldn’t even afford to keep me.”

“Get the hell out before I have the guards throw you out like the garbage you are.”

Tyler didn’t flinch. He turned and walked toward the exit.

The whispers followed him like shadows.

“He’s so pathetic. He thought today was about love.”

“Can you believe a man like that married Becca Cruz? What was she even thinking?”

“What a disgrace.”

Well, he couldn’t do anything. Could he?

Tyler just had to keep quiet and act like he didn’t hear a word she said. That night was the worst of his life. The humiliation wasn’t just experienced in the moment. it was captured, posted, and shared online like a meme.

He had become a laughingstock. A man turned into a joke.

There was no hope left in him. No direction. No answer to what comes next. The perfect life he thought he had was stripped away, leaving behind only broken pieces and shame. The only thought circling in his mind was how to survive. How to rebuild from nothing.

But before that, he had to return to the mansion and pack his things.

He couldn’t stay another night in Becca’s house.

When he got to the gate and knocked, Gloria opened the door. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even meet her eyes. Talking to her would only start another pointless argument, and he had no energy for it.

The moment she stepped aside, he walked straight in and headed toward his room.

Behind him, her voice chased him down the hall.

“Come back here, Tyler. I am speaking to you and you are walking out? Where are your manners?”

She followed him like a shadow, ranting as he entered his room and began packing. Just as he reached for his clothes, she stormed in and kicked his box across the room.

Their eyes met.

Her expression was loud and clear. What can you do?

Tyler ignored her and bent to pick up the box, but she yanked his collar with sudden force.

“You refuse to listen to me just because my daughter divorced you? For your information, Tyler, you are still under my roof. So you will listen to what I have to say. Is that understood?”

He grabbed her hand and yanked it off, then pushed her back with heat in his eyes.

“You want attention, right? Fine. I’ll give it to you. I am no longer your daughter’s husband. I’m here to pack my things and leave. So don’t stand there talking like I owe you anything. You don’t get to grab me or speak to me like I’m a child.”

Gloria staggered a bit but quickly straightened up. Her gaze hardened as she examined him with disbelief.

“Is this Tyler or his clone?” she muttered, stunned by the sharpness in his voice.

Tyler wasn’t done.

“You played your part well. You knew what you were doing when you accepted that booking from Perry. You sent me to pick up my own wife and her boyfriend. You helped them humiliate me. And for what? Because money talks louder than loyalty?”

He stepped closer, anger rising in his voice.

“You’re a disgrace, Gloria. A mother who watches her daughter cheat on her husband. A woman who lets her child sell herself to a man who doesn’t even love her. What kind of mother are you?”

Gloria's face turned red with fury. She raised her hand to slap him.

But Tyler caught it mid-air and gripped her wrist tightly.

“You don’t have any damn right to hit me. Not anymore. I’m not your sweet little son-in-law. I’m divorced. Do you get that?”

As he held her hand, a sudden voice echoed from the doorway.

“Hold on, Tyler. What is that amulet on your wrist?”

Tyler turned and saw…