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Carter slammed his fist against the car door. The loud bang made Donald jump. He glanced back but stayed quiet.
Carter rolled down the window. The cool air helped clear his mind. Victoria had been gone for days now. The 80 million dollars hit her account right after the divorce.
Was she already spending it all?
He picked up his phone and found her number. He was about to call when he remembered – Sarah said Victoria’s number was dead the day she left.
She really knew how to make a clean break. This whole playing-hard-to-get act had gone too far.
She made her choice. Even if she ended up with nothing, it was her problem. Not his.
Carter stared at the number for a second. Then he deleted it.
“Donald, find out what Victoria’s doing now.”
Donald paused. “Mr. Myers, about Mrs. Myers – “
“Mr. Myers?” Carter’s voice shot up, loaded with annoyance.
Donald caught himself. “Right away, sir.”
Carter leaned back and shut his eyes. He dozed off a little on the way to the hospital. By the time they arrived, his hangover was finally fading.
At the Central Hospital, the attending physician came to update him. He said Charles’ condition was stable.
“Will he ever wake up?” Carter asked.
The doctor shook his head. “We can’t say never. But it would take a miracle.”
Carter barely showed any expression. It was the same reply, no matter how many times he asked.
“Keep looking for specialists. Don’t stop, spare no expense,” Carter said. He wouldn’t let go as long as there was hope to hold on to.
When the doctor left, Carter stayed.
He stood at the window with a lit cigarette. After a deep pull, he blew out a cloud of smoke and waved a hand to fan it away.
“Grandpa, Victoria and I are done.” He gave a dry laugh. “That woman you picked – so stubborn. Always with the mind games and the tears.” He shook his head. “She really had us fooled.”
Charles lay still. No response.
Carter kept talking. He’d been complaining ever since Charles made him marry Victoria.
“She’s boring. Doesn’t get me. Just act sweet and obedient.” He frowned. “Guys don’t even like girls that quiet. I never liked her.” He spoke firmly. “If it weren’t for her, I’d be with someone I actually like.”
Someone he liked…
For a second, Victoria’s face appeared in his mind. Then it shifted into Isabella’s.
Isabella had always been fragile because of him. If things had been different, they would’ve been together long ago.
He’d searched everywhere for the girl who saved him that year. When he found Isabella, he wanted to marry her right away. But then he had to take over the family business.
Isabella went abroad to study music. They just drifted apart. He never got to tell her how he felt.
“Grandpa, the woman you chose – she’s nothing special. We signed the papers. She’s not part of this family anymore.” Carter leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going my own way now. I’ll show you – I don’t need someone like Victoria. I’ll do better without her.”
He remembered his grandfather’s words. Charles always said Victoria was a good person. That she’d be his lucky charm. That he should take care of her.
Carter smirked.
Charles had been sharp his whole life, yet this was how he ended up. Carter was going to show him how bad his judgment really was. The truth was, Victoria had just blinded him.
When Carter got back to the car, Donald was waiting with an update.
“Sir, Ms. Lewis is looking for a job.”
“A job?” Carter almost laughed.
What could she even do? She’d spent years tucked away in the Myers Manor. She never even visited her own family. All she did was play the homemaker and make breakfast sometimes. What real skills did she have?
Donald nodded. “Sir, Ms. Lewis is applying for Design Director at a fashion brand.”
Carter laughed. “Designer? Director? What’s she going to design? Baby food recipes?” That made sense to him. Victoria had always made Robert’s food herself.
A nutritionist – that would fit. But a designer? That was just wrong.
He tried to picture Victoria as a designer. He couldn’t see it at all.
She should know her limits. Victoria as a designer? She’d be better off if she just stuck to making healthy meals in the kitchen.
“Also,” Donald added carefully, “two companies have sent her interview invites. One is a brand under our Myers Group.” As he said this, he added a word of praise. “It seems Ms. Lewis has some talent.”
Carter shot him a cold look.
Donald caught that look. Thinking he’d spoken out of turn, he decided to stay quiet.
Carter’s mood darkened. Victoria, a designer? What a joke. If she wanted his attention, she should pick a better way. Going for a director role was just embarrassing.
This had gone far enough. Victoria was making a fool of herself – and the Myers name. Those companies were connected to Myers Group, and many people in the industry knew Victoria was his wife. That was why they accepted her application and invited her for interviews.
If this got out, people would laugh at him.
“Put the word out,” Carter said coldly. “No one in our circle is to hire Victoria.” He frowned, annoyed just thinking about her doing.
He rubbed his temples and said, his voice full of annoyance, “Once she hits a dead end, she’ll come crawling back.”
*****
After getting the interview notice, Victoria bought a new suit. If she was going back to work, she wanted to look the part.
“You look great, Mommy! You always do,”
Robert said, giving her a thumbs-up as she checked herself in the mirror.
Victoria smiled at her reflection.
Just a little effort, and she looked like a different person. Elegant and confident.
She sighed softly. Six years as a wife had almost made her forget who she used to be.
“Good luck, Mommy! You’ll get that designer job.”
Then her phone rang. It was HR from one of the design companies. She answered right away.
“Hello, this is Victoria…”
