A Divorce Make Me Rich

Fiona was stunned by her sudden boldness.

Was she still her timid daughter-in-law Lyra?

“So you were just acting before!”

The more Fiona thought about it, the angrier she got, “I’m not going to let you off today. I’m going to tell Melvin and make him divorce you! Now, even if you beg me on your knees, I will still kick you out of my family!” Fiona gritted her teeth and threatened.

Lyra sneered, and disdain was written all across her face.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, I just forgot to tell you something. Ten minutes ago, Melvin and I just got divorced. Even if you beg me on your knees, I won’t enter the Freeman Manor anymore.”

Divorced? Just now?

No way! This bumpkin used to be so desperate to stay in the Freeman family. Did she finally give up?

Fiona looked at Lyra’s departing back suspiciously and to confirm what Lyra said, she made a phone call to Melvin right away.

“Melvin, have you really divorced?”

Melvin replied with a “hmm” and suddenly frowned, “Just got the paperwork done. Who told you that?”

“Who else could it be? I ran into Lyra on the way. This bitch just yelled at me!”

Her face was glowing with anger. But when she came to think of it, she then burst into laughter, “But great! You are finally divorced. She is just some random woman the old man picked up from the orphanage. How can she be worthy of my excellent son? She should have been kicked out of the family long ago …”

Melvin pursed his lips. His mood now was the exact opposite of Fiona’s exuberance.

There was even … a touch of inexplicable irritation and guilt.

Before today, he originally thought that Lyra would not agree to divorce him so easily, so he prepared three million dollars and a villa in advance for compensation. But in the end, it was she who had asked for a divorce, and she did not take any compensation from him.

After the divorce, she had no money and no relatives around her. How was she going to live in the future?

Anyway, when she was desperate, she would just come to him.

…

Lyra took a taxi back to the villa where she and Melvin lived alone. This place had been a witness for all her suffering during the past three years.

The memories were so overwhelming that she didn’t want to bring them up again.

After a small garden in front of the villa, she went upstairs to pack her luggage. After packing up, she didn’t want to stay in the villa for even a second longer.

However, just after she walked down to the first floor, a woman in the hall seemed to have noticed her and turned back.

It was Charlotte in a snow-white dress. She was smiling warmly, “Lyra, it’s been a long time.”

Lyra froze. She didn’t expect to meet Charlotte here.

They just divorced and Melvin had given Charlotte the key to the villa. So she was ready to move in?

Apparently, he had really loved Charlotte so much.

Lyra felt disgusted in her heart, but still, she smiled as she walked gracefully down the stairs.

When she saw her elegant manners, Charlotte paused and then smiled again, “Lyra, it’s only been a few years, and you’re getting more and more like Mrs. Freeman.”

“Oops, I said the wrong thing.” Charlotte covered her mouth with her hands and smiled awkwardly, “I forgot that you just divorced Melvin. You are no longer Mrs. Freeman.”

Lyra sure knew she was here to show off. She was not at all angry and put on a bright smile instead.

“I’m just tired of Melvin. If you like him, you can have him then. But try to be a little more patient next time. You are making yourself like a mistress instead.”

When she heard these words, the smile on Charlotte’s face quickly faded and she scowled at Lyra.

“Melvin and I love each other very much. If it wasn’t for you, he and I would have been together long ago. You’re the shameless despicable mistress!”

Lyra gave her a sarcastic look, “You’ll soon find out who the mistress is.”

After saying that, she did not want to stay any longer. She walked past Charlotte and was about to leave, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

She turned around and saw the pitiful face of Charlotte. Her eyes were as red as those of a rabbit, as if she had suffered a great deal.

“Lyra, I’m sorry. I’ve always treated you like a good friend of mine. I just wanted to visit you. I mean no harm. I didn’t know you just got divorced. I really don’t mean anything else. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“What’s the acting for?”

She snorted and was about to shake off Charlotte’s hand. However, Charlotte suddenly followed her movement and fell softly to the ground while screaming in agony.

If someone was looking at them from a distance, it must look like it was Lyra who pushed Charlotte to the ground.

Oh, that was interesting.

Lyra coldly watched this self-directed drama of hers. If she was right, Melvin must have been back and stood at the door watching them now.

As expected, she heard a sudden shout of rage behind her.

“What are you doing!?”