I Divorced My Wealthy Wife

My wife, Paula Mills, was the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon.

She suspected me of pushing her mother down the stairs so as to seize her family's fortune. So she put me in jail.

Her people there disfigured my face and broke my hand, making it impossible for me to play the piano again.

After I was released, I desperately avoided her.

I gave up struggling. Just as she said, I started pursuing wealthy women.

Yet, she clung to me and pleaded for me not to leave her.

1

Due to insufficient evidence, I was released from jail after I spent all my savings. Then I found a job at a bar.

On my very first day, Paula showed up at the bar. "You used to be a renowned piano prodigy, but now you're reduced to serving drinks?"

My ex-wife, Paula, sat on a high stool at the bar and mocked me. "Get me a whiskey."

In the past, I would stop her from drinking alcohol because it was bad for her stomach.

But after her people broke my hands and disfigured my face, I knew the more I spoke, the less she'd listen.

So, I simply put the whiskey in front of her.

As expected, she merely sniffed it and then splashed the cold liquid onto my white dress shirt. "It tastes terrible. Your skills are really bad."

Anyway, she was wealthy, so I continued mixing drinks. I earned twenty bucks for each drink.

My mother was hospitalized, and the daily medical fees were thousands of bucks.

At that moment, I had no better way to make money.

In the past, I would earn tens of thousands merely by a single piano performance, and medical bills wouldn't be a worry.

I just kept mixing the drinks.

She kept splashing drinks on me.

My white dress shirt was soaked through.

The cold alcohol clung to my skin and made me shiver. I tried hard to hold back and didn't want to appear too pathetic.

"Are you hoping I'll drench you so you can seduce a rich woman here?" Suddenly, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me close. She looked at me with disdain.

Then she splashed the drink I had just made for her onto my face. It wiped away the foundation covering my scars and revealed the ugly marks. "Do you think you can still win over a wealthy woman with those scars?"

Her long crystal nails touched the scars on my cheek.

Her soft hand sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race as I looked at her delicate face under the dim lights. I couldn't help but tremble.

"Huh?" She chuckled smugly. "Connor, I hate you. I will ensure you never rise again. Don't even think about having any dirty thoughts about me!"

I gave a bitter smile. "Isn't it already impossible for me to rise again? You just splashed a few drinks on me, which gave me a bit more income."

She smiled with satisfaction. "That's what you deserve. For the sake of our past relationship, I throw you a bone by boosting your business."

Then she made a phone call.

Soon, her friends arrived and booked the largest private room. Lachlan Reynolds, who had grown up with her, was included.

The manager told me that they specifically requested me to serve them in the luxury room.

I would get a five-hundred-dollar commission for serving in the luxury room, and I couldn't refuse.

Even though they came to mock and humiliate me, I needed the money.

In the luxury room, I had to serve them on my knees.

As I poured drinks on my knees, everyone looked at me in shock. "I never expected the proud piano genius would one day be kneeling to serve us drinks."

Paula's friend touched my hand while receiving the glass from me. Her gaze was odd, and then she turned to Paula. "Paula, I understand why you don't want him anymore. It felt worse to touch him after he was released from jail."

"Slap."

A fiery pain stung my cheek.

Paula slapped me across the face.

I looked at her angry eyes in confusion.

She glared at me and said through gritted teeth, "Connor, you even tried to seduce my friend?"

2

"Paula, how could that be? I was just joking. You know I don't lack men. I just wanted to see if you're still in love with him and if you'd teach the scumbag a lesson."

Her friend quickly flattered Paula.

I was speechless. Paula and I were each other's first and only love. Why did they call me a scumbag? I never got involved with another woman.

The customer was always right, so I could only silently serve them drinks.

At that moment, I felt emotionally numb, treating them as customers with peculiar tastes.

Paula looked at me, and her gaze was complicated.

"Do you want to open a bottle?" I asked her with a faint smile.

Now, I only wanted to sell drinks. If they didn't buy some expensive alcohol to give me some commission, I didn't want to serve them anymore.

"You!" She was momentarily speechless. Then she smiled and seemed to realize something. "All right. I said I'd help your business. Bring out your most expensive drinks."

I put on a somewhat sunny smile. "Alright. Please wait a moment."

I called the manager. He then brought in a cart filled with bottles and placed them on the table.

I roughly calculated that those drinks would earn me more than ten thousand.

It would be enough for my mother's hospital bills for a few days.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Paula suddenly looked at me coldly. "We definitely won't finish them. You know I can't drink. Will you drink for us, or use these expensive drinks to cleanse your filthy body?"

I said, "You paid for them. Naturally, you decide it."

She was generous, and I wasn't stingy with my smile.

No matter what twisted taste or peculiar hobby they had, I could accept it.

It was too difficult to earn money.

She then had her friends pour dozens of bottles on me.

Despite the air conditioning, the cold drinks made me shiver uncontrollably.

But I knelt on the floor and continued to serve them drinks. I tried hard to keep my hands from trembling.

Since my hands were injured, every time they came into contact with cold water, they would cramp and be painful. Now my hands were cramping, and the pain was piercing deep into my core.

They continued to pour me the wine, and my hair and clothes were soaked through. The liquid dripped onto the carpet from my hair.

"That's enough." Paula suddenly called a stop.

"But I'm not done yet, Paula." Lachlan emptied another bottle over my head with a wicked smile. "Paula, he caused your mother to be hospitalized and fall into a coma. If you can't bring yourself to hurt him, let me do it for you. We need to teach the gold digger a lesson. He married into a prestigious family in the city but didn't appreciate it and made you suffer."

With that, he signaled to the others, who followed his lead and continued to pour wine over me. After all, his family was influential in the city.

"Paula, I didn't do it. I swear I didn't push your mother down the stairs." I knew it was useless for me to explain it to her. But every time that matter was brought up, I felt compelled to defend myself.

Paula's mother saw me as her son. How could I possibly harm her for money?

When I arrived there back then, Paula's mom had already fallen down the stairs.

The servants all testified that I pushed her.

Unfortunately, the surveillance in the villa didn't work. So I was convicted just on Paula's words without any evidence.

I was sent to the police station.

My friends used up all my savings to get me out so I could see my mother, who was badly ill.

"Slap." "Who said you could call me by my name? From now on, you are not to call me that." She slapped me across the face again.

I looked into her eyes, which were full of hatred. I felt a heavy pain in my heart.

What would I do to have her trust me?

We dated for four years in college and were married for five.

Did she really have no trust in me?

Did she believe, like everyone else, that I was a gold-digger and got married to her because her family was rich?

I had insisted on signing a prenuptial agreement back then.

She said it wasn't necessary because she trusted me.

After we got married, I frequently performed piano recitals and made enough money to support us and my mother. I even had plenty to save.

I never used a penny from her or her family.

3

"I was there when your mother was still a little conscious. She told me that you pushed her down the stairs." Lachlan stood up and looked at me as if I were a villain. "Do you think I'd falsely accuse you? I'm Lachlan, a son of the Reynolds family. Why would I need to falsely accuse you?"

The wine from my hair dripped into my eyes, and the alcohol stung my eyes and blurred my vision.

I could hear Paula's friends chiming in.

"Exactly. How could Lachlan falsely accuse you? You're just money-crazy. Paula was so nice to you, and you still hurt her mother."

"Hmph, with us here, Connor, you'll never get back on your feet."

No matter what they said, I didn't care. I just wanted Paula to wait a little longer.

I wasn't afraid of anything, but I had to take care of my mother.

I couldn't afford to lose my job.

"Ms. Mills, why don't we wait until your mother wakes up? Then we'll know the truth." I almost pleaded as I looked at Paula.

Her expression changed slightly, and she stared at me blankly.

"Hah, you called her Ms. Mills. You've adapted quickly."

I gave a faint smile. "Ms. Mill, as you wish."

She pursed her lips. "We don't need your service here. You can leave."

I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom to wash the wine off my face.

Suddenly, I sensed a perfume and was then pushed against the wall.

"Why did you wash it off? The wine smells good on you." It was Paula's friend, Adelina Hayes.

"Are you mad that I caused you to be slapped?" Adelina leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Adelina, I aim to please," I replied with a faint smile.

"Connor, since Paula dumped you, you could consider me. We knew each other first in college back then. But why did you fall for her? Was it because her family is wealthier than mine?"

I wondered what game those wealthy ladies were playing. Were they testing if I was a scoundrel again?

They didn't have to do that.

Even if an angel appeared before me now, I wouldn't be obsessed. I was focused on earning money to save my mother. If I had more, I would fight my legal battles.

"I hate that you're always so aloof and proud. Even when you're being kicked and when you're down, what are you so proud of?" Seeing that I remained silent, she huffed and let me go.

I couldn't be bothered with Adelina and walked out. I knew she always had a fling with different guys.

She was known for her extravagant lifestyle and never dated a guy for more than a month.

Even if she wasn't testing me, she was just toying with me.

"Well, Connor, I'm serious. If you change your mind and really need money, I'm more generous than others. I could give you at least a hundred thousand dollars at a time." As I was about to leave, Adelina leaned against the wall and wiped her hands with a tissue. She raised her eyebrows and said that with a smile.

Hearing the footsteps approaching, I knew it was Paula just by hearing them. It might be because I was too familiar with her from years of marriage. "A hundred thousand dollars at a time? What do you want to do, Miss Hayes?"

I asked aloud.

The footsteps outside stopped. Paula didn't come in. She must eavesdrop outside.

"Actually, the love letters Paula used to pursue you with back then were written by me. But the feelings in them were genuine." Adelina stepped closer to me.

"Slap." This time, Paula slapped Adelina across the face.

She used all her strength. Adelina's cheek was swollen, and Paula's long nails left a scratch on the latter's face.

I chuckled softly.

Paula hated insincerity the most among those close to her.