Part 3You Want My Money Even Though We’re Divorced?

The next morning, I went to Dave’s law firm to do some paperwork.

After I signed the power of attorney, Dave patted my shoulder.

“Don’t worry. Your case has sufficient evidence. It is a winning case.”

I nodded. I had just walked out of the law firm when I saw a new notification from a social media platform.

Georgia had posted a long post.

[A person who truly loves you will support your career and dream. He won’t be calculative, especially at the most important moment in your life.]

[How you behave determines what you’ll get in the end. Some people deserve to rot at the bottom.]

[Thank you for accompanying me through the darkest time of my life, @Fred.]

Alongside her long post, there was a photo of two coffee cups before a huge French window.

I sneered.

She was having a good time using my money but was still smearing my name on the internet.

Immediately after, Georgia’s closest friends started to spam me with text messages.

[Nathan, how can you be this cruel? You’re not even giving her living expenses after the divorce?]

[Georgia has suffered a lot with you. Why are you being so stingy? Are you even a man?]

[Quick, transfer her some money. Otherwise, we’ll all look down on you!]

I immediately blocked all of their contacts.

Then, I took a cab to the house that once belonged to Georgia and I.

I had paid the deposit of that house before we got married, and we had paid the mortgage together after we were married.

It was clearly stated in the divorce agreement that the house belonged to me, and I paid her back for the portion of mortgage that she had paid in the past.

I went there because I wanted to retrieve the rest of my personal things.

When I opened the door, I was stunned.

There was a young man dressed in silk pajamas sitting on the couch in the living room.

He crossed his legs and held an expensive crystal glass that I spent two thousand dollars on.

The expensive coffee machine that I rarely used because I cherished it so much was buzzing as it grinded the beans.

It was Fred.

He was staying in my house!

When he heard the door click, Fred turned around.

He sized me up tauntingly.

“Yo, you’re back. Why didn’t you inform us you’d be visiting? I could’ve asked Georgia to buy more groceries.”

He wore my slippers and lived in the house that I worked so hard to buy, and he acted like he was the owner of the house.

I remembered the extra work I had done for three consecutive months just to be able to save up for the deposit. I had only managed to sleep four hours a day.

At that time, Georgia complained that I did not have time for her, so she had a huge fight with me.

She had the audacity to bring another man to the house that I had worked myself to the bone for!

The bedroom door opened. Georgia walked out with a plate of sliced fruits.

When she saw me, she was a little frantic. Then, she acted indignant.

“What are you doing here?”

She grabbed a cup of freshly made coffee and walked toward me. Then, she passed the coffee to me arrogantly.

“You’ve thought it through, have you? Are you here to give us the money?

“As long as you transfer the money to me and apologize to Fred, I’ll delete that social media post.

“You can visit us in the future. I’ll still make you dinner.”

She was still entertaining the delusion that I could not live without her.

She believed that as long as she sent some empty promises my way, I would willingly give her the money.

I did not accept the cup of coffee.

I immediately took out a legal notice and slammed it on the table.

“Have a good look.

“I paid the downpayment for this house. I’ll pay you back the mortgage that you contributed during our marriage in cash.

“I’m giving you three days to move out.

“Otherwise, I’ll call the police and sue you for trespassing.”

Georgia’s expression fell.

“Nathan, how dare you kick me out?

“This is my house too!”

“Three days…” I glared at her. “If you overstay for even a second after that, I’ll get the security to throw your things into the trash.”