Part 3After My Love-Obsessed Best Friend Killed Me, I Reborn to Please the Billionaire

That evening, back home, Mark, who had just ended an endless chat with Skylar on FaceTime, glanced at me with disdain.

“What took you so long? Running away won’t solve anything.”

“I’ve drafted a new agreement. We’ll split the assets fifty-fifty. That’s the most I can compromise.”

I stared at him coldly, but he met my gaze without flinching. He scoffed. “I don’t care about your money, I just don’t want Skylar to be inconvenienced.”

“I’ll give my half of the assets entirely to Skylar. It’ll make her look good, and I won’t lose face with the Sterling family.”

My head buzzed. I couldn’t even follow his twisted logic. He cheated on me, and now, to marry his mistress and save his own reputation, he expected me to pay for it?

Could he be any more disgusting?

When I first met him, he was just a delivery driver, apologizing profusely for a late order.

Seeing him drenched in rain, I casually gave him twenty dollars as a tip, but he stubbornly refused, saying he only earned what he deserved.

His apparent sincerity touched me, and before long, I accepted his proposal.

Now, looking back, I felt like such a fool for not seeing through his pathetic act to get close to me.

“You can’t divorce!”

A sudden shout ripped through my thoughts. Brenda, Mark’s mom, stormed out of the bathroom.

“Son, look what I just found in the trash! She’s pregnant!”

Mark saw the two lines on the pregnancy test in his mother’s hand, but there was no joy, only a curse. “Damn it! This kid couldn’t have come at a worse time!”

“But Mom, we can’t let a baby ruin things between Skylar and me, can we?”

“It’s fine!” Brenda insisted. “We’ll keep it from Skylar for now. Tomorrow, I’ll take her to the hospital for a check-up.”

“If it’s a boy, we’ll give her two thousand dollars, and she can have the baby. I’ll take it back home to raise.”

“Son, Skylar is a rich heiress now. She might be headstrong and not want kids. But our family name can’t die out, can it?”

Then Brenda glared at me. “Where we come from, two thousand dollars is enough to pop out a whole litter of kids! You wouldn’t be losing out!”

My perception of reality shattered again. They wanted to kick me out but still use me as a breeding machine? Two thousand dollars for a baby? That wouldn’t even cover a good birthing center!

Like son, like mother!

I immediately pulled out some medical records from my bag and threw them at them, a cold smile on my face. “You don’t need to worry about the baby.”

“I had an abortion.”

“What?!” Brenda’s eyes widened in fury. She started wailing, beating her chest. “Oh, my precious grandchild!”

Mark finally noticed how pale I looked, but there was no concern in his eyes, only a look of pure relief.

Then he fake-roared at me. “That’s my child! What right did you have to abort it?!”

“How dare you have an abortion without my permission! You won’t even get half the assets now!”

“Oh, really? Then let’s drag this out.”

“A week will fly by. When Skylar’s billionaire dad arrives, I’d love to see how a married man attends his own engagement party.”

As I said that, I felt a pang of nervousness. I wanted to get rid of him quickly, not drag things out.

But he seemed even more nervous than I was.

After a series of facial expressions, he finally signed the agreement I’d offered, the one that made him leave with nothing.

He must’ve thought, no money, no money, who cares if the Sterling family will look down on me. The priority was getting Skylar.

Just then, Skylar called again. He answered, hurrying out the door.

“Skylar, the divorce agreement is signed!”

“Let’s celebrate, same place?”

“Heh heh… Don’t worry, baby, I chugged a whole bottle of something special. I promise to be on fire all night long!”

The next day at the company, my employees, who had been huddled in hushed whispers, suddenly went silent. They looked at me strangely.

I was puzzled. As I walked into my office, I saw Skylar sitting in my executive chair. She had a cigarette between her fingers, legs crossed, a triumphant smirk on her face.