2025-02-24 17:58:11Javier answered the phone.
He hadn't even spoken yet, but Camila was already cursing him out.
"Are you deaf, or do you just enjoy wasting my time?!"
Camila's voice dripped with venom.
"I told you to get to the city hall now. Mateo is getting impatient, and if you make him wait any longer, he'll make sure your miserable life becomes even more pathetic."
"Ah, so now your boss is handling your personal affairs too? How efficient.”
Javier said, his voice as smooth as ever.
"Next time, should I just schedule our arguments through his secretary? Or maybe he’d like to sign the divorce papers for you?"
"Stop acting so smug, Javier!”
She snapped him.
Her voice boomed like thunder.
“Just hurry up and come sign the damn papers. Or are you still clinging to some delusional hope that I’ll change my mind?"
"Camila, I assure you, the only thing I regret is not throwing these papers at you first. But since you’re in such a hurry to become someone else's burden, I’ll do you the favor. See you soon."
"Hah! Who's the one talking as if they're so great?" Camila mocked him.
"You will regret this, Camila," Javier warned her.
"No, I would regret it more if I didn't get rid of you right away. Useless husband!"
Then, she ended the call harshly.
Javier stared at his phone screen, taking a deep breath.
Camila had hurled thousands of insults at him.
It felt as if he had been relentlessly attacked by sharp bullets.
The marriage he had always thought was peaceful had been hiding a massive storm.
It was beyond his imagination that Camila would dare to cheat on him with another man—let alone her own boss—just for the some fucking position.
Valeria was quite surprised to hear Javier’s conversation with his wife.
She never expected that Javier had been married.
But they were getting a divorce.
And it seemed to be because of an affair.
How foolish that woman was to throw away a man as good as Javier.
She would regret it.
No matter how much she cried her heart out, she would never get Javier back if she ever regretted her decision.
And of course, Valeria would not allow Javier to return to a woman who couldn’t even appreciate what she had.
Javier was a diamond.
He did not deserve to be treated that way.
Now that they had reunited like this—her first love—Valeria couldn’t just let Javier go.
Valeria, who had been observing silently, began to speak.
"So... married and getting divorced in one phone call? That’s efficiency I can respect."
Javier exhaled slowly, rubbing his temple.
"Trust me, it’s overdue."
"Sounds like she’s doing you a favor. Though I have to say, I didn’t expect you to be the tragic hero in some corporate love triangle."
"Neither did I. Yet here we are."
Valeria tilted her head, studying him.
"I have a car. I can drive you there."
Javier shook his head.
"I appreciate it, but it’s my mess to clean up.”
"But you just woke up. Your conditionー"
Before she finished speaking, Javier gently interrupted her.
“You’ve helped enough already. Besides, I wouldn’t want you caught in the crossfire."
"Suit yourself.”
Valeria finally relented.
She gave him a soft smile.
"But if she tries to take one of your kidneys in the settlement, let me know. I’d love to see how you talk your way out of that."
Javier chuckled.
"Noted."
He felt that Valeria was a kind and humorous woman at the same time.
For some reason, talking to her made Javier feel comfortable.
When he looked at Valeria's face, he felt like there was a spark that he didn't know what it meant.
"Thank you again for your kindness. You are a very different woman from any woman I have ever met," he praised Valeria from the bottom of his heart.
Then, Javier left Valeria's mansion.
When Javier arrived at the city hall, stepping out of a taxi, Camila and Mateo were already waiting, their faces dripping with superiority.
"Oh, look at that!" Mateo laughed, nudging Camila. "Still taking taxis? I guess some things never change."
"Tell me, Javier," Camila smirked, crossing her arms, "after all these years, do you own anything? Or are you just planning to leave here with the same empty pockets you came in with?"
"Just understand. Poor and stupid people never seem to thrive."
Mateo scoffed with a crisp laugh.
"The only thing that's improved is his clothes. Ragged like a hobo."
Javier just stared at the two of them while rolling his eyes lazily.
After years of marriage, seeing Camila's attitude like this made Javier regret his blind loveーthat, which seemed innocent and stupid.
"You talk too much for someone who’s about to lose the best thing she ever had," Javier said calmly. "Let’s get this over with."
Mateo whistled.
Both hands were in his pants pockets.
"Look, someone is acting like a cool person."
"Isn't this what you want?" Javier replied firmly.
"Let's finish this and see who will regret it."
Mateo laughed crisply.
"Your words sound like crap in my ears. How funny!"
Mateo deliberately pulled Camila's waist and squeezed it in front of Javier.
Javier's eyes turned red.
"Baby, get over your fucking needy life with this beggar, and let's celebrate with something more hot tonight," he whispered in Camila's ear.
Kissed her cheek and grinned at Javier.
He did it on purpose to make Javier jealous.
But unfortunately, Javier would not be fooled.
"Yeah, let's get this over with," Javier said.
Camila snorted in annoyance at Javier's arrogant attitude.
Then, she pulled a stack of papers from her bag.
"Not so fast. You’re not just signing a divorce,” she declares. You’re leaving with nothing—not a single cent!"
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CHAPTER 189
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CHAPTER 188
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CHAPTER 187
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