Chapter 183

I watched him, nearly driven mad, and gave a calm smile.

I knew Brandon wouldn't easily sign the divorce papers and give up custody, so I had prepared my own methods.

"Are you really not gonna sign?"

I pulled out my phone, ready to dial 911.

"If you don't sign, I'm calling the cops. You know what you've done. You're not clean. Do you really want the police digging into your business?"

"Whether you divorce me now or I sue you for divorce while you're in jail, the result is the same. Because you're the father of our three kids, I don't want you to have a criminal record that would trouble them in the future. So I'm giving you this chance. I'll ask you one more time: will you sign or not?"

Brandon gritted his teeth. "Caroline, don't push me. If you push me too far, we'll both go down together."

"I'm broke anyway. Going down with you would be worth it."

I chuckled. "Do you think you're worth it?"

He flew into a rage and lunged at me.

Just then, Savannah came out and kicked Brandon in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

This time, she used all her strength. Brandon lay on the floor, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

"Caroline, I won't let you get away with this."

"You think your word alone can get me arrested? Think again. There's no evidence. I've erased everything."

I sneered. "Evidence? Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I glanced at Savannah, signaling her to take out her phone.

Savannah held up the phone in front of Brandon, showing him all the evidence of his wrongdoings against me, including the recent transaction records between him and the driver who tried to kill me and Savannah.

"You thought using someone else to transfer the money would hide your tracks? Brandon, I have ways to trace you. That driver is proof you hired someone to kill me and Savannah. With this evidence, you'll never escape. Get ready to rot in jail."

I had to thank Simon for finding the evidence tonight and sending it to me. Without it, I wouldn't have had this leverage over Brandon.

Brandon's face turned ashen as he looked at the evidence, unable to believe I had kept it all.

"How did you know?"

"Someone's helping you, right? Who's helping you?"

I chuckled. "You're right this time. I have plenty of people helping me."

"I'll ask you one last time: divorce or jail? Your choice."

He gritted his teeth, staring at the photos for a long time.

"I'll sign."

"Caroline, you're ruthless. You'll get your comeuppance one day. Just wait."

I chuckled. "Only bad people get punished by God. My fate has nothing to do with you."

"You should worry about how to pay back that million dollars."

He didn't say another word. I had Savannah bring out another set of divorce papers.

I had anticipated he would tear them up, so I prepared several copies. I wouldn't let anything delay my divorce from Brandon.

He took the pen, squatted down, and signed the papers on the coffee table.

The moment he finished signing, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders.

He glared at me after signing.

"Caroline, just you wait."

I chuckled. "Goodbye and good riddance. This isn't your home anymore."

I handed a copy of the divorce papers to Savannah, afraid Brandon might change his mind.

He gritted his teeth. "Don't forget, this is my home too."

"I'm in a hurry to get rid of you. Even one more second of seeing you makes me sick. What if you stay the night and refuse to leave? Get out, now."

"Savannah, help Mr. Jordan pack his things."

Savannah nodded and stood in front of Brandon. "Let's go, Mr. Jordan. Or do you need my help?"

He glared at us and went upstairs to pack.

In no time, he had all his belongings in a bag and was ushered out by Savannah.

"You'll regret this. You'll get what's coming to you, Caroline."

With that, he left the house with his bag.

I watched his back and scoffed. "We'll see who gets their comeuppance first."

Once he was completely gone, I felt a sense of unreality.

The house hadn't changed at all, as if Brandon had never been here.

I couldn't help but ask Savannah, "Am I really divorced?"

Savannah nodded, tears in her eyes, sharing my excitement. "Caroline, you're divorced."

I couldn't help but hug her and cry.

All the pain, struggle, and heartbreak of the past few months vanished with her words.

After crying, I called Kelly.

It was late, but she answered quickly. "What's up, Caroline? I had a feeling you'd call tonight, so I stayed up. What's going on?"

I covered my mouth, trying to contain my excitement. "Mom, I'm divorced. I got full custody of the kids. Brandon's out with nothing."

Kelly was silent for a moment, then choked up. "That's wonderful, honey. Stay with me from now on, okay? Your dad left us enough money to live comfortably for the rest of our lives."

I nodded firmly. "Mom, I'll handle the rest and come back. We'll live well together."

After hanging up, I called Kathy to share the news. "Kathy, Brandon signed the divorce papers. I'm officially divorced."

"Really? Congratulations, Caroline! You're amazing!"

Her voice was filled with joy, even more excited than I was.

I chuckled. "Thanks to you, Simon, Royce, and Savannah. Without you all, I couldn't have done it."

"But it was your determination that made it happen. If it were me, I might have given up. But you kept hope alive, so you deserve this freedom."

I nodded firmly.

After hanging up, I was still too excited to sit still. "Savannah, let's go out for dinner. We need to celebrate."

She stopped me. "Caroline, shouldn't you call Mr. Castillo? He's probably waiting for your news."

I hesitated.

Royce had helped me a lot with this, and I owed him a call. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Seeing my hesitation, Savannah urged me. "Caroline, you should call Mr. Castillo. He hasn't slept for two days because of this."