From Divorce Papers To Death Bed: I Signed Both Novel – Three years after the divorce, I ran into my ex-husband in a private room at an exclusive club. He was the untouchable heir of Eldoria’s elite, holding his childhood friend in his arms while everyone fawned over him. And I was the server on my knees by the coffee table, opening bottles. The whole time, we acted like the other didn’t exist.
Until one of his friends threw a glass of liquor mixed with cigarette ash in my face and tossed a check into the puddle. “Hey. Lick that table clean. Pick up the check with your mouth. You do that, this hundred grand is yours.” I didn’t hesitate. I started licking the cold, bitter surface of the table. The room filled with jeers. I picked up the check with my teeth and stood up, only to hear Sebastian Thorne’s disgusted sneer.
“Evelyn Miller, you’re so pathetic it makes me sick.” “You’d rather sell your dignity here for money than apologize to Isabella?” I smiled, humble, and held out my red, swollen palm. “Mr. Thorne, I’m finished. If you need me again for work like this, just call.” Past is past. Dignity doesn’t pay bills. But this hundred thousand was just enough to buy myself a sunny grave plot. … “Mr. Thorne, I’m finished. If you need me again for work like this, just call.” I stuffed the soggy check into my chest pocket.
The taste of alcohol mixed with ash exploded in my mouth, and my stomach churned violently. Sebastian didn’t say a word. Isabella Vance, curled up in his arms, covered her nose and pressed closer to him. “Sebastian, look at what Evelyn has become… she smells terrible.” The rich kids around us laughed. Julian Sterling, the playboy who had splashed the wine on me, propped his feet up on the coffee table. “Evelyn, you used to be a Miller. The Miller heiress.
How’d you end up throwing away your dignity for a hundred grand?” I wiped liquor from the corner of my mouth. Dignity? Can that stuff stop my pain? Can it buy me a grave? I bent down and loaded the empty bottles onto my tray. “You’re joking, Mr. Sterling. Dignity isn’t nearly as useful as money.” “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go. I wouldn’t want to spoil your fun.” I lifted the tray and turned to leave. Someone grabbed my wrist. The grip was so tight I thought my bones would break.
Sebastian’s cold voice came from above. “Did I say you could leave?” I turned back. Forced a smile. Professional. Fake. “What else, Mr. Thorne? You want me to stay? Lick the table again?” “As long as the money is right, I’ll do anything.” I was about to stand up when Sebastian kicked me hard in the shoulder. I fell backward into the broken glass on the floor. A shard pierced right through my palm, and blood instantly stained the carpet red. Isabella buried herself in Sebastian’s arms.
Terrified. “Sebastian, so much blood… will she… ?” Sebastian laughed, cold. Didn’t even look at me. “Her?” “Don’t worry. This woman is as tough as nails.” “She jumped into a frozen lake in winter to make me marry her.. Didn’t even die. This little scratch is nothing.” “Even if everyone else in the world died, someone like her would still be crawling around.” Propping myself up on the ground, I pulled myself out of the broken glass. My palm was a bloody, mangled mess.
But I smiled and waved my bleeding hand at him. “You know me well, Mr. Thorne.” “As long as the money is good, forget a frozen lake. I’d jump into fire if I had to.” “Does this count as a workplace injury? Can I get reimbursed?” Disgust filled Sebastian’s eyes. “Get out.” “Stop making Isabella sick.” I picked up my tray and limped out of the private room. The moment I closed the door, I heard Julian’s voice from inside. “That woman is like a cockroach. You can’t kill her.
Even in that state, she’s still talking about money.” Sebastian’s voice was bone-chillingly cold. “That’s because she’s greedy as hell.” “Someone like her would do anything for money. Die? She’s too selfish to die.” I leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, pulled a bottle of cheap painkillers from my pocket and swallowed four tablets dry. Sebastian, you’re wrong. I really am dying.