Part 3She Dumped Me for Being Poor, Then Begged Me Back

Through the half-open zipper, I saw a cheap, black security uniform.

The assistant looked at me, drenched to the bone, and spoke with a condescending tone.

“Mr. Lucas, Ms. Cora is being merciful. Mr. Kaden needs someone to hold an umbrella and carry his shoes tonight for the red carpet. Ms. Cora said, if you put on this uniform and act as Mr. Kaden’s assistant tonight, your cards will be unfrozen tomorrow, and the wedding will proceed as planned.”

Me, holding an umbrella and carrying shoes for the man who stole my wedding suit—a cheap uniform at that?

This was a blatant insult.

I stared at the garment bag on the ground, my body rigid in the cold wind, my eyes like ice.

“Go back and tell Cora…”

“To go to hell.”

The assistant’s face twisted in anger. He pointed a finger at my nose. “Lucas, don’t push your luck. Do you think you’re still the future CEO’s husband? You’re nothing now. Without Ms. Cora, you wouldn’t even have food to eat.”

He waved his hand, and two bodyguards emerged from the back of the G-Wagen, gripping my shoulders from either side.

“Get lost.” My gaze turned colder.

The assistant picked up the mud-splashed uniform and forcibly shoved it into my arms. “Ms. Cora ordered that if you won’t cooperate, we drag you there.”

I was roughly shoved into the car.

Half an hour later, the car stopped backstage at the film festival red carpet.

I was pushed out.

In a nearby lounge, Kaden, wearing the million-dollar custom suit that should have been mine, was posing for photographers.

Cora stood beside him, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, her eyes full of adoration.

Seeing me, covered in mud, being escorted, Cora gave the reporters a polite nod and strode towards me.

She looked at the muddy uniform in my hands, her brow slightly furrowed, and spoke with a feigned concern, “How did you get into such a mess?”

She took off her own suit jacket, as if to drape it over me. “Lucas, you’re just too stubborn. If only you’d be obedient and just humble yourself a little, why would I ever let you suffer?”

I turned my head, avoiding her touch.

Cora’s face instantly darkened, her eyes turning vicious.

“Lucas, my patience has limits.” She grabbed my collar, forcing me to look at her. “Now, go immediately and change into that outfit. When Kaden goes on stage, you’ll be there to hold his umbrella. If you dare mess this up…”

She let out a cold laugh, then pulled a smooth, ancient jade pendant from her pocket. It was carved with a dragon, and its surface gleamed with a faint, reddish hue.

It was my late grandfather’s memento, a family heirloom.

I had entrusted it to her to show my faith, and now it was her tool for blackmail.

“Cora. Give me back my jade.” Fire flashed in my eyes as I reached for it.

She held the ancient jade high, a cruel glint in her eyes. “Go hold the umbrella, and I’ll give it back. Otherwise, I’ll smash it right now.”