Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 13 Stop Flattering Yourself

After Eric dropped me off at home, I spent the evening in my study and dove into design materials to prepare for my upcoming work.

I knew that talent wasn't enough given I had left the field

for years. Skills and knowledge could fade over time.

As the moon climbed higher, I stretched my stiff neck and noticed a new text from a mutual friend of mine and Jeremiah. They had sent me

The video was taken in a private room at a bar. Jeremiah and Elsa were sitting

closely together, and both looked slightly drunk.

Despite the noisy

background, I could make out Jeremiah's voice. "What a joke. How could Jane ever divorce me? Just wait. She'll come crawling back to me His overconfidence was laughable. It seemed my past devotion had boosted his courage and made him so certain that I would grovel.

The friend sent a friendly reminder to me. "Jeremiah's been hanging around Elsa these days.

Aren't you gonna do anything about it? You should think about how you're gonna save your crumbling marriage!"

Save my marriage? I figured divorce was the best solution.

A scumbag like Jeremiah wasn't

worth any of my effort, and I'd feel sorry for myself if I did that. I deleted the video, pretending I never watched it. Then, I returned my focus

After going through materials for two days, I remembered Monday was just tomorrow. It was the day I had picked to finalize

the divorce with Jeremiah.

I picked up my phone and intended to send him a reminder, but the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of an uninvited guest.

I opened the door and saw Elsa enter with bags of supplements. “What's all of this for?” I asked.

Elsa eyed my stomach and replied, “You're pregnant, aren't you? Pregnant women need proper nutrition. And now that you've moved out ar without a housekeeper, I was worried you might not be taking good care of yourself, so I'm here to

check on you."

She'd never be that kind to come over and check on me. I knew she was here for the baby.

In my past life, she had come to me with the same fake concern, and it cost me my unborn child.

But this time, she didn't know that I wasn't pregnant. Even if I were, I'd never allow myself to give birth to Jeremiah's child.

I shoved the supplements back into her arms and said coldly, “I don't need these. Take them with you."

Elsa looked hurt. “Jane, I know

you're still mad at me, but I swear there's nothing going on between me and Jeremiah. I'm here today to talk you into going back. Jeremiah your baby."

I burst out laughing

at her earnest act. Then, I mocked, "Do you think you're the reason I moved out? I left because I no longer have feelings for Jeremiah. It ha do with you, so stop flattering yourself."

Elsa could have the man I didn't want.

Sensing the implication in my words, her face twisted briefly with embarrassment, but she forced a smile. “I never thought that way-" “Enough I'm not interested in hearing your nonsense. Now, take your things and leave.” I interrupted her and turned to head upstairs. As I reached the second floor, Elsa hurriedly followed.

I glanced at my watch as a cold glint flashed in my eyes. Then, I began mentally calculating how long it'd take for Jeremiah and Jack to arriv