Chapter 118

I hung up Kelly's call and let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness she doesn't know what I've been through these past few days. If she did, she'd be worried sick and probably wouldn't sleep for days.

Savannah and I got back home, but Brandon wasn't there yet.

Maybe he's avoiding me because he knows I'll yell at him, so he's just trying to see me less.

Honestly, I'm fine with that.

Just as we got home, Simon called me.

I answered, and he immediately said, "Our people have tracked Brandon to Renee's house."

I was stunned, unable to believe it.

After everything I said a few days ago, did Renee and Brandon not have a falling out?

What does it mean that he went to her house, knowing full well that Renee isn't on his side? Was everything he showed me before just a lie?

I couldn't help but shiver.

"Does Brandon know something? Why would he go to Renee?" I asked, feeling uneasy.

Simon sounded puzzled too. "We don't know what he's up to yet. We'll just have to take it one step at a time."

My unease grew. I couldn't stand the thought of all my efforts going to waste.

"What if they find out about our plans..."

Sensing my anxiety, Simon reassured me, "Don't worry, we're all here for you. There's no way we'll let them get away with this."

"Trust the law and trust us. We'll be the ones who win in the end."

Hearing his words, I nodded. "Okay."

After hanging up, I sat on the couch, deep in thought.

I was strategizing for the future. My revenge against the Jordan family was at a critical stage.

I couldn't afford to give up now, nor could I let my plan fail.

I thought for a long time, sitting on the couch, and finally realized that thinking alone wouldn't help. I needed to move forward.

After all, not seeking revenge was a dead end. I might as well go all out. If it came to it, I'd file for divorce from Brandon. Even if it took years, I could handle it.

With that thought, I felt a sense of clarity. The frustration I had been feeling dissipated.

Savannah looked at me with concern. "Ms. Sharp, Brandon..."

I waved her off, unconcerned. "He can do whatever he wants. From now on, we'll take it one step at a time. Like Simon said, we'll deal with things as they come. I refuse to believe that Brandon, a high school dropout, can outsmart me."

Seeing my renewed determination, Savannah finally relaxed and nodded.

That evening, Brandon came home with a bouquet of roses.

I knew he was trying to win me over. I took the roses and looked at them.

"You still know how to come home. What were you doing today? Why are you back so late?"

I pretended to question him, trying to find out where he'd been.

Of course, Brandon wouldn't tell me the truth. He just said, "I was meeting a client today, so I got back late."

"And I didn't want to make you mad. I know you can't stand me right now, so I thought I'd give you some space."

He sounded a bit aggrieved, and I couldn't help but scoff.

"If you really don't want to make me mad, then cut ties with all your mistresses. I won't be angry at all."

Brandon hugged me, swearing, "Honey, believe me, I'll never do anything so foolish again. I was immature before, but now I see how good you are. I'll never look for another woman again. You'll be the only one for me."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. "Alright, go take a shower. You reek of alcohol."

Hearing my softened tone, Brandon chuckled and went upstairs to shower.

Savannah had been listening to our conversation and sneered at Brandon's words.

"He won't have any other women in his life..."

I caught the implication in Savannah's words and asked, "What do you mean?"

Savannah gave me a mysterious smile. "Ms. Sharp, do you know where he was so late?"

I shook my head. I had no idea if his client story was true.

"Don't forget he has that nasty disease. He went to get treatment."

"But the doctor treating him is one of Mr. Castillo's people. Mr. Castillo specifically instructed the doctor to add something to his medication."

"What kind of something?"

I was puzzled, not quite understanding.

"Something to make him impotent."

I finally got what Savannah meant and couldn't help but laugh. "Royce really knows how to play dirty."

Ever since I found out Brandon might have that disease, I've tried to keep my distance from him.

But sometimes, he still did things that disgusted me, and I had to find excuses to avoid him.

Royce's move was perfect. It solved the problem once and for all.

I bet even after Brandon's disease is cured, he'll be pretty upset when he finds out he's impotent.

Feeling much better, I said, "Thank Mr. Castillo for me."

Savannah winked at me. "Thank him for what? Mr. Castillo did it all for you."

"Look at Mr. Castillo-handsome, rich, and kind. After you get divorced, you should consider him."

Another one of Royce's advocates. I gave her a helpless look. "How much did Royce pay you to say this?"

Savannah quickly waved her hands. "Not a penny. I'm saying this from the bottom of my heart. Ms. Sharp, you should really consider Mr. Castillo."

I sighed. "The gap between Royce and me is too wide. We're not high school kids anymore. It's impossible."

Seeing that Savannah wanted to say more, I quickly gestured for her to stop. "Alright, enough. I'm going upstairs to shower and rest. It's been a busy few days."

Savannah nodded and said, "I'll go run your bath."

As I soaked in the tub, I thought about what Savannah had said.

I knew what Royce wanted and the looks he sometimes gave me.

But as I said, we're not high school kids anymore. The nearly ten years that have passed are a gap we can't bridge.

My marriage to Brandon has left me scarred. I don't want to step into another one.