After Divorce I’m a Billionaire Lady Novel – I heard a heavy and rapid breathing sound. After three years of marriage, Jackson Black was finally willing to touch me! I clung to the back of his neck mindlessly, breathless from the exertion. “Jackson… Jackson, I truly…” I was about to say, “I love you,” but before I could finish, I heard him murmur through his coarse voice, “Jessie Baby…” She was Jackson’s past love, his moon and stars. And she was back. Her provocative text message came to my mind “Do you know how much Jackson loves me? Even if he’s lying on your bed, he will definitely call my name. You are nothing but my understudy, Scarlett, it must not feel good, does it?” My tears can’t stop pouring out, substitute? I am Scarlett Johnson!I am not anyone’s understudy! “Let’s get a divorce” He doesn’t know what kind of person he missed, he doesn’t deserve me.
That night. Scarlett Johnson slept restlessly. She felt as if someone was pressing down on her, leaving her almost breathless. A heavy, hurried breathing resonated in her ears. Following that, an intense pain shot through her. Realizing something, Scarlett Johnson opened her eyes in alarm, faintly seeing the figure of a man looming above her. “Jackson, is… is that you?” The man emitted a light “mm” from his throat, his body reeked of strong alcohol, after which, other than launching wave after wave of onslaught, he didn’t make any further noise. Recognizing the familiar voice, Scarlett Johnson heaved a sigh of relief. As the man’s movements continued, she gradually got into the swing of things, unconsciously letting out a soft, seductive moan from her throat.
Finally, after three years of marriage, Jackson Black was willing to touch her! Because she was the wife force-fed to him by his father, Jackson Black had never given her a proper look in all these years. This time, no matter what his reasons were for coming into her room. She was extremely delighted! Two hours later, accompanied by a heavy grunt, Jackson, exhausted, collapsed on top of her. Scarlett Johnson could hear his heart beating rapidly against her, feeling so real yet like a dream. If this indeed was a dream, she would rather never wake up. She clung to the back of his neck mindlessly, breathless from the exertion.
“Jackson… Jackson, I truly…” She was about to say, “I love you,” but before she could finish, she heard him murmur through his coarse voice, “Jessie Baby…” Scarlett Johnson felt petrified on the spot. Her heart gave a hard throb, it felt like her blood was flowing backward. Jessie Baby was the nickname for Jessica Harding, Jackson’s past love, his moon and stars. She has been abroad all these years because of grandfather’s arrangements. But just yesterday, Jessica returned to the country. And she sent her a provocative message. “Scarlett, I’m back. There is no place for you in the Black family!” “We grew up together, Jackson and I. Do you really think that you could replace me with your few years? Get lost, return to the orphanage. That’s where you belong.”
“Do you know how much Jackson loves me? Even if he’s lying on your bed, he will definitely call my name. You are nothing but my understudy, Scarlett, it must not feel good, does it?” Understudy? She was the future granddaughter-in-law, chosen by the old man himself. The rightfully Mrs. Black, she is Scarlett Johnson! She is not anyone’s understudy! Beside her ear, Jackson was still muttering “Jessie, Jessie baby…” Those mocking messages reverberated nonstop in her mind, each one exposing just how deluded she was! Suddenly, tears welled up uncontrollably. Scarlett clenched her hand into a fist, her entire body trembling from the pent-up emotions. All these years, she had been cautious and ingratiating, even quitting her job, willingly acting the part of Jackson’s perfect wife.
The mother-in-law and sister-in-law in the old mansion looked down on her for her vague background, displaying an extreme disdain for the poor and love for the rich, repeatedly making things difficult for her and humiliating her. She didn’t want to cause trouble for Jackson. She swallowed all of the insults herself. Had she not humbled herself enough just to gain his love? Why did he need to ferociously tear apart and trample on her remaining dignity? The night seemed exceptionally long. Scarlett kept her eyes open, sleepless through the night. … The next morning, Jackson was awakened by the dazzling sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The absurdity of the previous night flashed through his mind. Realizing the implications, his dark eyes narrowed, and a chill arose around him. Even though Scarlett was facing away from him, she could still distinctly feel the malevolence emanating from him. Jackson raised her head in anger, but when her gaze met his infuriated and disgusted black eyes, her heart still quivered uncontrollably. “Do you think that by resorting lowly tactics like drugging me, and making me touch you, you could actually become the real Mrs. Black?” Drugging him? Scarlett let out a pale, pathetic smile, “So in your eyes, I’m that kind of woman?” Jackson curled his lips in mockery, his eyes full of intense disgust, “Weren’t you the one who tricked my grandfather with your schemes to force me into marrying you, so don’t pretend to be innocent now.” “You, a woman whose bones are rotten, are not even comparable to a toenail of Jessie!” Rotten to the bone, pretending to be innocent… So this is how unworthy she’s in his heart.
As for drugging him, if she had truly wanted to, she would’ve done it a long time ago, why would she wait until now? Jackson really does not understand her at all, does he! How amusing that her dedicated efforts in these past three years have been for nothing! As it turns out, there’s no need for her to keep holding on. Ignoring the pain from her hand that he was still gripping, Scarlett gritted her teeth and with a jerk, she fiercely shook him off. Then she raised her head and said with a determined tone. “Jackson, let’s get a divorce.” The two departed, off to the Civil Affairs Bureau that very morning. In less than ten minutes, their somber marriage finally drew to a close. Staring at the typed, glaring divorce certificate in her hand, Scarlett was momentarily dazed. “You should just take care of yourself.” A cold and detached voice echoed.
When Scarlett raised her head again, the man had already vanished without a trace. No words of regret, no longing gaze, as if he’d never existed at all. “This is for the best.” She shook her head with a bitter smile. Since he was so heartless, the next time they met, they’d be nothing but strangers. ase don’t be mad at me?” she pleaded. “Oh, so you have two faces to show?” She sneered, just about to shake off Jessica’s hand, when Jessica suddenly took advantage of her movement and fell on the ground, crying out in pain. From a distance, it seemed like she had pushed Jessica heavily. Interesting indeed. Scarlett observed this self-directed and acted scene, guessing in her mind. Perhaps Jackson is back and is probably standing at the door observing everything? Just as she thought, a man’s furious voice came from behind. “What are you doing!” Jackson, the tall and handsome male protagonist, steps into the hall, quickly moving to help Jessica up off the ground.
Then, his eyes gloom over with disappointment as he looks at Scarlett, “I thought you would become more recoiled after our divorce, but to my surprise, you remain just as devious and despicable. It disgusts me. I had initially planned to transfer this villa under your name, but it seems like it’s unnecessary now.” “Oh Jackson, don’t blame Scarlett. I was the one who angered her and caused her to push me by accident. It’s my fault. You should be scolding me instead.” Jessica leans weakly against him, her face showing remorse and eyes welling up with tears of unfairness. When her gaze drifts over to Scarlett, it is filled with a hint of triumphant pleasure as if she’s won a victory. Anger forms on Jackson’s face.
Using a commanding tone, he orders Scarlett, “Apologize to Jessica. Right now. Immediately.” Huh, wanting her to apologize? She feels a little bit angry. Scarlett briefly glances over the ‘affectionate’ couple twice over, a playful smile curling up the corners of her eyes. Then she gently tries to pull Jessica out of Jackson’s embrace. She initially thought Scarlett would be angry and argue, but who would have expected the smile on her face to remain unchanged? Watching Scarlett, Jessica is confused as she fails to understand Scarlett’s intentions, momentarily forgetting to resist as she allows herself to be drawn near.
Slap- “Ah!” With a scream far more horrible than the one before, Jessica falls to the ground, clapping a hand onto her swollen cheek. Scarlett had put nearly all her force into that slap, and her own palm still tingles a bit, a testament to the pain Jessica must be in right now. And yet, the smile on Scarlett’s face is just as lovely as ever. Remarkably calm, she doesn’t look at all like the instigator of such physical confrontation. She looked down at Jessica on the ground, her voice tender, “Since you’ve said I’ve bullied you, wouldn’t your claim be more believable if I slapped you right here?” Jessica, with tears clinging to her eyes, sat weakly on the ground and started to whimper quietly. Jackson was thoroughly shocked that Scarlett dared to raise her hand against Jessica in front of him, so much so that he was momentarily paralyzed into inaction.
With a stormy expression, he glared threateningly at Scarlett, “So, you not only refuse to apologize but are escalating the situation! Are you testing my limits?!” “You’re overthinking, Mr. Black.” Scarlett cheerfully waved her hands, her face beaming even brighter. “After all, we were husband and wife. Before I leave, allow me to present you with a parting gift.” Even as she spoke, she removed a thick stack of photocopied papers from her bag and briskly tossed them at Jackson. White papers flew everywhere. Jackson casually grabbed one and saw that it contained a record of text messages—all mocking, ridiculing, and brimming with arrogance. He silently read the sender’s unsigned number and felt a shock of surprise. On the back of the sheet was evidence that he had been drugged the previous night. Clear and solid evidence all pointed towards one person, Jessica. Jackson’s frown was poignant as he looked at Jessica, who was still on the ground, with a frightening gaze.
Jessica had also finished reading the paper and her face turned deathly pale. Indeed, she had arranged for someone to spike Jackson’s drink. She had made a call to him, asking him to meet her at a hotel, but due to a mistake made by his driver, he was sent back to the villa, allowing Scarlett to take advantage. She was livid. All she had intended to do was verbally wound Scarlett with some pointed messages. Who would’ve thought that Scarlett would actually confront her like this? How will Jackson see her now. Before she could defend herself, Scarlett had already picked up her packed suitcase, taking one last look at the man she once deeply loved before leaving. “Jackson, remember this, I am not the one being divorced and abandoned, it’s you! I am the one who doesn’t want you. Furthermore, the Black family is not worthy of me!”