Revenge is best served cold novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Stop Flattering Yourself

After Eric dropped me off at home, I spent the evening in my study and dove into design materials to prepare for my upcoming work.

I knew that talent wasn’t enough given I had left the field for years. Skills and knowledge could fade over time.

As the moon climbed higher, I stretched my stiff neck and noticed a new text from a mutual friend of mine and Jeremiah. They had sent me a video.

The video was taken in a private room at a bar. Jeremiah and Elsa were sitting closely together, and both looked slightly drunk.

Despite the noisy background, I could make out Jeremiah’s voice. “What a joke. How could Jane ever divorce me? Just wait. She’ll come crawling back to me in a few days, begging me to get back together.”

His overconfidence was laughable. It seemed my past devotion had boosted his courage and made him so certain that I would grovel.

The friend sent a friendly reminder to me. “Jeremiah’s been hanging around Elsa these days.

Aren’t you gonna do anything about it? You should think about how you’re gonna save your crumbling marriage!”

Save my marriage? I figured divorce was the best solution.

A scumbag like Jeremiah wasn’t worth any of my effort, and I’d feel sorry for myself if I did that. I deleted the video, pretending I never watched it. Then, I returned my focus to studying.

After going through materials for two days, I remembered Monday was just tomorrow. It was the day I had picked to finalize the divorce with Jeremiah.

I picked up my phone and intended to send him a reminder, but the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of an uninvited guest.

I burst out laughing at her earnest act. Then, I mocked, “Do you think you’re the reason I moved out? I left because I no longer have feelings for Jeremiah. It has nothing to do with you, so stop flattering yourself.”

Elsa could have the man I didn’t want.

Sensing the implication in my words, her face twisted briefly with embarrassment, but she forced a smile. “I never thought that way-”

“Enough I’m not interested in hearing your nonsense. Now, take your things and leave.” I interrupted her and turned to head upstairs.

As I reached the second floor, Elsa hurriedly followed.

I glanced at my watch as a cold glint flashed in my eyes. Then, I began mentally calculating how long it’d take for Jeremiah and Jack to arrive.