Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 A Dissolute Woman

After that, Anastasia threw the microphone on the ground, turned around, and left.

There was a dead silence in the venue.

Anastasia and Christian had been married for three years, yet his illegitimate child was two years old.

In other words, in the past three years, Christian didn't come home these three years because he had to care for another woman and their child, not because he was busy with work.

He said he didn't like children and didn't allow Anastasia to bear one.

It turned out that he didn't want her to be the mother of his child.

Thinking of that, Anastasia found that she was a fool in the past few years. She even tried her best to maintain the façade of a happy marriage.

When she walked out of the banquet hall, Anastasia stopped and looked back.

She saw Beatrice go up to comfort Christian with the child in her arms.

Beatrice said to him gently and slowly, "Christian, why did Anastasia leave? Does she not like Charlie?"

Christian said coldly, "Ignore her."

Hearing that, Anastasia sneered.

Christian's indifferent voice seemed to have driven her into an abyss covered with thick snow, torturing her.

To him, she was only a woman who had taken advantage of him to marry him.

Now, she took the initiative to divorce, which was a correct decision, and it was a relief for him.

Anastasia snorted. She looked desperate and decisive with her eyes red.

Turning her head, she strode away from the hotel without hesitation.

Anastasia liked Christian, but it didn’t mean he could trample her again and again.

She would not go down without a fight when her self-esteem was trampled on.

Divorce was not shameful. But it would be shameful that she still tried to help him cover it up when she was aware of his affair and his illegitimate child. It was really ridiculous.

Anastasia had made up her mind that she would fix everything.

***

Anastasia returned to the villa they shared after their wedding.

She had carefully arranged the furnishings to create a warm and welcoming atmosphere for Christian when he returned to the villa.

But now, the huge villa felt empty and devoid of life.

Anastasia remembered how Christian had stayed for just one day and left in a hurry last month.

His return today took her by surprise, as it was a rare occurrence.

Over the past three years, he should have been with Beatrice and their child.

The thought made her feel sick.

She went upstairs to pack her belongings when she heard a knock on the door.

"Mrs. Patterson, Brian is here."

Hearing that, Anastasia paused for a moment before going downstairs.

Beside Brian Vega stood a suitcase, indicating that he had just arrived.

He held a jewelry box and a bouquet of flowers, offering them with a smile.

"Mrs. Patterson, these are gifts that Mr. Patterson prepared for you to celebrate your anniversary."

Anastasia hesitated for a moment before looking up at him.

It suddenly struck her that Brian had always been the one to deliver the anniversary gifts. Now that Christian was busy celebrating his illegitimate child's birthday, it was impossible for him to have have prepared these gifts.

Anastasia sneered but didn't reach out to take them. With disappointment piling up, she had no choice but to accept her own defeat.

"Brian, Christian doesn't even remember what day it is today. You prepared these gifts, didn't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Brian's smile faltered for a moment.

Struggling to maintain it, he stuttered, "Mrs. Patterson, it’s, it’s..."

His reaction confirmed her suspicions.

Anastasia felt a weight lifted off her chest as she let out a sigh of relief. She was relieved to have her answer.

She had once been so happy to receive these gifts, but now it all seemed so ridiculous. She had been too blind to see the signs.

Without saying a word, Anastasia turned and went back upstairs.

She took out her phone, contemplating whether to contact her family, but hesitated.

Three years ago, she married Christian against her family's wishes, and now she believed she deserved what had befallen her.

Tapping the screen, she was greeted by news from the internet.

The headlines were buzzing with scandalous claims.

"Shocking! Anastasia used to be a mistress and had an abortion before marriage, rendering her unable to conceive!"

"Why can't the Pattersons have children of their own?"

"Christian is so pitiful! He married someone who can't bear children!"

"Christian and Beatrice are a perfect match!"

"Anastasia's indiscretions revealed after marrying into a wealthy family!"

The internet was flooded with such headlines.

Anastasia was clearly the victim, yet they were all slandering her.

As she held her phone, Anastasia's hands trembled Tears welled up and fell onto her hands.

In her heart, she sneered, "Christian, you're so heartless! Is this your way of punishing me for not cooperating with you? Fine! Thank you for removing any lingering feelings I still had for you!"

With a wry smile, Anastasia wiped away her tears, her eyes turning cold and resolute.

Her belongings were packed, leaving only the things she had brought with her.

She was waiting to cut off all her ties with Christian after completing the necessary procedures tomorrow.

***

At midnight, Anastasia fell into a drowsy sleep, oblivious to the faint sound of a car outside.

Soon enough, heavy footsteps echoed outside the bedroom.

Anastasia's bedside sank as a cold hand touched her soft skin.

She trembled violently, instantly jolting awake. With great effort, she brushed away his hand and protected her belly.

In the darkness, the atmosphere froze.

When Anastasia caught a whiff of the familiar yet unfamiliar cold scent mixed with a slight hint of alcohol, she knew it was Christian.

His sudden appearance was indeed a surprise.Upon further consideration, she suspected that he had come to settle the score for what had transpired at the daytime banquet.

Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, she distanced herself from him with an air of indifference.

In the next moment, a warm light filled the entire room.

Anastasia was confronted with the towering figure of Christian. His face was icy, and his cold gaze fixated on her.

"Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Did he think her reaction earlier was unwarranted drama?

Anastasia lowered her gaze, concealing her sadness, and mustered a faint smile.

She said, "I'm serious about getting a divorce."

Christian's eyes remained icy and locked onto her, as if he were holding back his anger.

"You're insane. You're afraid the child will affect your status, so you're purposely seeking my attention by asking for a divorce, right?"

With that, he observed Anastasia's pale face and shocked expression for a moment, believing he had seen through her ploy.

A moment later, he sneered dismissively, "Let me tell you..."

But before he could finish speaking, Anastasia jumped out of bed, swiftly headed to the closet to grab her coat, and emerged with a packed suitcase.

Christian froze, squinting his eyes. He stared sharply and coldly at her, who was ready to leave at any moment.

Anastasia stood there in her windbreaker, her eyes profound as she looked up at him. Her gaze exuded nothing but coldness. She knew Christian would only view her with the utmost malice.

"Christian, if you don't show up at the court to finalize the divorce proceedings tomorrow, I'll expose all the dirty secrets about your family to the media."

She knew what he detested the most, thus she resorted to this tactic.

As expected, Christian's expression turned cold instantly, and his gaze remained as sharp and dangerous as ever.

Now, Anastasia had nothing to fear. She was no longer afraid of losing him after accepting the failure of their marriage.

Though her heart was still shrouded in sorrow, she believed that everything would be alright as time went by.

Anastasia couldn't stay any longer now. Pushing the suitcase, she turned around and left.

Christian glanced down at her and grabbed her wrist. His eyes were gloomy, his voice cold.

"Anastasia, don't regret it!"

Of course, she would not regret it, so she was resolute in her decision to leave.

With the arrival of early autumn, the night grew pitch-black, accompanied by a subtle chill.

As soon as Anastasia stepped out of the villa, her eyes welled up and her vision blurred, tears silently streaming down her face.

Her suppressed emotions seemed to have found an outlet.

She let out a soft laugh, took out her cellphone, and called her friend, Eleanor Duncan.

"Come pick me up, Eleanor."

Eleanor paused briefly, then replied calmly and swiftly, "Wait for me. I'll be there right away."

Eleanor had been Anastasia's friend since childhood. She was the one who had voiced the strongest opposition to her marrying Christian back then.However, Anastasia stubbornly ignored her advice and insisted on marrying him. It wasn't until the failure of her marriage that she realized who truly cared about her.

For the past three years, Anastasia purposely distanced herself from her friends, afraid that they would find out about her struggles and cause trouble. And now, she felt foolish.

In less than ten minutes, Eleanor arrived.

When they saw each other, their eyes were teary.

Eleanor glanced at the suitcase next to Anastasia and suddenly understood something.

She clenched her teeth, filled with anger and distress, saying, "Let's go back to my apartment first."

The Duncan family was known for their wealth in Amarilla City. Therefore, Eleanor, the eldest daughter, had the means to be extravagant and arrogant.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a luxurious downtown apartment.

As soon as Eleanor stepped inside the apartment, she couldn't help but curse, "I wanted to curse him when I read the news earlier today. That heartless jerk! How dare him?! Having the audacity to bring his illegitimate child to you and forcing you to accept him!"

Originally, Anastasia thought she would be heartbroken when hearing Eleanor’s words, but the truth was, she felt nothing. It was as if everything about Christian had become a distant memory.

She shook her head with a bitter smile. "We're getting a divorce tomorrow."