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“Ms.Harper,I didn’t expect to see you here. Do you need any assistance?”The manager glanced at me,then at Lily and the others.
I nodded,pointing at them.“Please have security escort them out.”
“You?President?Don’t joke around,”my husband scoffed,still in denial.
His mother shook her head.“How could you be the president?”
The manager,seeing my anger,didn’t wait for me to speak.He summoned security.
As they were dragged out,my mother-in-law wailed,“Daughter-in-law,it’s all my fault.We’re family—let it go…”
I didn’t glance back,grabbing the mic as servers closed the door.“Sorry for the interruption,everyone.Today’s not my ex-husband’s birthday—it’s my divorce celebration!”
Watching them being dragged away, I felt no guilt, only exhilaration.
The next morning,I stood outside the courthouse, trying to call my ex-husband, but there was no answer.
Exhausted,I returned to my bachelorette apartment,craving sleep.
But my phone kept buzzing—my ex-husband.
Furious, I hung up and silenced my phone.
Soon,a WhatsApp message popped up.
“Don’t want your stuff?Fine,I’ll give it to my mom.She’s been eyeing it.”
I was livid.Ignoring my calls all morning,but quick to claim my things?
“How dare you! Why should my stuff go to your mom?”
“And get out of my house. I’ve already contacted a real - estate agent—it’s going up for sale!”
I typed furiously,then blocked him.
After thinking,I decided to reclaim my bags—sell them secondhand if needed.
That afternoon,I cabbed to our old home.
Thankfully,no one was there.
I packed quickly—clothes,shoes,bags.
Dragging my suitcase,I left without looking back.
As I locked the door,I saw my ex-husband and his mother.
“Well, look who’s back! I’ve got a free - range chicken. Stay for dinner and taste my cooking,”My mother-in-law’s tone was suddenly sweet.
I stared coldly,silent.
“What, still mad about yesterday? I chewed Kevin out for you. We’re family,”she pressed,all flattery.
Ignoring her,I remembered something and said calmly,“Good timing.I was too lazy to call.You have one day—move out today.”
“Don’t be like this!My mom’s being nice,and you’re still stubborn?”my ex-husband snapped,annoyed.
As expected,he’d never admit fault.
I inhaled deeply,controlling myself.
“This house was bought before our marriage,in my name.I have every right to evict you!”
“Otherwise,I’ll sue for squatting!”
I walked off,ignoring their protests.
“You…”His furious voice trailed behind,but I didn’t care.
Back at my apartment,I started to focus on my own life.
Lying on the couch,I recalled our marriage—with no kids,enduring his mother’s insults.
Now she is groveling.What a contrast!
I’d checked—I was fine.He refused to get tested,likely the issue.
I was glad I never had his child, breathing a sigh of relief.
Thrilled, I grabbed my phone and started browsing online shops.
Married,I rarely bought clothes,fearing her“wasteful”label.
Now that I was free, I’d buy what I wanted—it was liberating!
As I was scrolling,a store called“Lily’s Custom Boutique”caught my eye.
Its gaudy page gave off a cheap studio - like vibe.
The clothes?Hideous pairings.
“Lace,frills,this palette…from the last century?”I muttered.“This taste is unreal!”
As for the prices, a basic dress cost thousands!
Curious,I checked the reviews.
Shocking.
“Awful quality!Loose threads,fading colors!”
“Looks nothing like the pics!Total bait-and-switch!”
“Terrible service!No refunds!”
“This shop’s a scam!Don’t buy!”
The reviews were full of criticism, all one - star.
