Revenge of the Divorced CEO's Wife

My ex-husband ruined my family's company for my son Bryan's piano teacher, Winnie.

He hugged Winnie and said, "I only made Williams Group bankrupt, but I didn't harm anyone's life. You should be grateful."

My son cut my hand with a knife and stood by Winnie's side, saying with disgust, "I don't want to stay with a murderer. I only want Auntie Winnie to be my new mother. You disgusting old woman, get out of my house!"

I had no choice but to leave here.

Six years later, we met again, and they begged me to return home with anticipation.

I held my baby in my arms and asked with disdain, "Who are you people?"

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I saw my ex-husband Samuel and my son in New York.

After six years, I didn't know what Samuel had been through, but his hair started turning grey.

However, when he saw me, he still had that condescending attitude.

"Rachel? It's been six years. Have you realized your mistake? As long as you go back and apologize to Winnie, I will forgive you. We can be a family."

"My mistake?"

I only had hatred and strangeness towards them!

I despised them and looked them up and down. When I passed by them, my son Rachel got in my way.

"Mom, why do you have to pretend? Don't worry. Auntie Winnie is generous, and she won't argue with you. We come here specifically to pick you up. As long as you go back, apologize to Auntie Winnie, and promise to take good care of us in the future, I will still recognize you as my mom."

Bryan was already thirteen years old. He had grown taller and stronger, and he looked pretty much like his dad. But his temper was still as disgusting as ever.

"However, mom?"

If I had heard that before, I might still feel heartbroken and angry, and would stop and interrupt.

But at this point, they two only made me feel disgusted.

I was the daughter of the Williams family, and I grew up with Samuel since childhood.

Originally, we were a loving couple, and we had Bryan a year after we got married.

Before Winnie appeared, we three lived a very happy and harmonious life.

As for Bryan, I took good care of him in every aspect all by myself. I never relied on others, let alone hired a nanny to take care of him.

Because of this, my son had always been very attached to me. Even Samuel had complained and felt jealous, hugging me and complaining that I had given my love to Bryan.

But I had never neglected Samuel. I took care of everything in our life in an orderly manner.

I had poured all my love into this family.

But the happy days came to an abrupt end when Winnie came to our house as a piano teacher when my son was 7 years old.

"Miss Xavier plays the piano well, and she is kind-hearted. She really cares about Bryan."

"Winnie is pure and kind-hearted. Rachel, you should get along well with her. I believe you can become good friends."

Samuel praised Winnie in front of me again and again, and even his address to Winnie became more intimate from the initial distance and unconsciously.

Even my son, who used to stick to me and vowed to protect me, began to distance himself from me and would become restless when I was not around.

"Dad, I don't want Mom. She just keeps nagging me every day. I want Aunt Winnie. She's the best. She often takes me to the amusement park and buys me KFC. I wish she was my mom."

Every word he said pierced my heart. In his eyes, my earnest teachings were manipulation, while indulging him was love.

Because of this, Samuel and I had a big fight. When I suggested that Winnie should leave, they both joined forces to accuse me.

"It should be you who leaves, not Aunt Winnie. You are just a nanny in my house. You should be the one to go, you old woman!"

Samuel silently agreed with Bryan's words, which broke my heart, but I kept comforting myself,

"It's okay. It's okay..."

He was still young. He didn't know what he was saying. Maybe he would change as he grew up.

But later, Winnie's father died, and I found out that her father was actually an employee of our Williams Group.

Because he was discovered stealing confidential company information, he was afraid of going to jail and jumped off the high-rise building.

Without investigating the reason, Samuel believed only Winnie's one-sided words and blamed my whole family.

He, along with other companies, suppressed Williams Group, and less than a month later, Williams Group declared bankruptcy.

That day, I knelt and cried, begging Samuel to spare Williams Group and my parents.

He looked down on me with disgust and said, "I only made Williams Group bankrupt. It's already lucky that I didn't take your family's lives."

Winnie held Bryan's hand and stood beside him, choked with grievances, and said, "Mrs. Howard, don't blame Samuel. It's because your Williams Group is too heartless. If you harm people, you will have to pay for it. I have already pleaded for you, but..."

"From today on, she is no longer my wife. Ignore her. Since you are not feeling well, let me accompany you upstairs to rest!"

I was shocked and instinctively reached out to grab my son, wanting to leave with him.

When I grabbed him, I suddenly felt my hand hurt. My pupils shrank, and blood flowed from the wound.

Bryan stood beside Winnie, the small knife in his hand still dripping blood. They stared at me with disgust and malice, "I don't want to stay with a murderer. I only want Auntie Wanwan to be my mother! You shameless old woman, get out of my house!"

The house workers threw all my things out, along with me.

The desolate cold wind brought desolate fallen leaves and rain, and it seemed that autumn came early that year.

I knelt in the rain, refusing to give up, constantly knocking on the door and begging loudly.

I begged Samuel to give our the Williams family a way out, begging him not to be so heartless based on our many years of relationship.

I cried so long that the blood on the back of my hand was washed by the rain until the sun rose. The villa once again echoed with the laughter of that family of three.

Later on, I divorced Samuel through a lawsuit and left Detroit with my parents.

Looking back, my heart was filled with hatred and disgust.

Suppressing the urge to curse, I asked disdainfully, "Who are you guys?"