Chapter 6

The next day, we went to the civil affairs bureau to handle the divorce procedures.

I rushed back to the mansion and cleared out everything related to James.

Then I contacted my assistant.

"I heard James is trying to start a business recently. Cut off his funding sources, remove him from the company, blacklist him in the industry, and have him sign an IOU for the $500,000 used to rescue his brother."

"Also spread rumors that the Parker heiress seduced a married man. Make sure her reputation is ruined."

"Lastly, what's the latest on the Grant family, James' old enemies?"

My assistant replied:

"I heard they've been looking for James everywhere recently."

"Then leak information to the Grants. Let them handle it as they see fit."

After making all the arrangements, I finally lay down in bed with peace of mind.

My sister Vanessa rarely called me.

"Chloe Morgan, congratulations on being yourself again."

"Sis, I just got divorced. Is congratulations really necessary?"

"Oh please, there are plenty of men out there. I'm coming back at 10 pm tomorrow night. I'll introduce you to some guys then."

Vanessa is my mom's daughter from her previous marriage.

People say she's just like me - we both inherited our mom's genes.

Things like being unfaithful, fickle, enjoying playing with men.

I've become numb to hearing it all.

As soon as my sister got back, she dragged me to a bar.

The whole way there she kept criticizing my outfit.

"Look at you, did getting married turn you into some housewife? This won't do at all."

She pulled out a low-cut black dress from her bag and cajoled me into putting it on.

"Now that's more like my sister," she said approvingly.

"Chloe Morgan, you're a rich heiress. Why be so traditional? You used to be way more fun."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Vanessa, is this how you're supposed to be teaching your little sister?"

"Haha, don't tell Mom."

When I was James' dutiful wife in my past life, I never set foot in a bar.

Just because James said he didn't like noisy places like bars.

"I heard there are some hot guys here tonight. It's on me - I've ordered them all for you."

"Consider it celebrating your single status, and a belated birthday party."

The memory of eating cake alone on my birthday flashed through my mind, leaving a bitter taste. But I quickly pushed it away.

Remembering that scene was quite a mood killer.

My sister had her arms around two cute young guys, laughing heartily.

The boy sitting next to me was very shy, but he mustered up the courage to say:

"Hi beautiful. You're so pretty."

His words were awkward, but I enjoyed hearing them.