Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 18 Forced to Make Up With Me

My parents had advised me that regardless of how much I loved Jeremiah, I should never lose

myself.

But my world had revolved entirely around Jeremiah back then. I didn't accept their words and even fought with them about it. Looking back

much I owed them an apology.

With a smile, I firmly declared, "From now on, I'll live for myself!"

"Now that's my daughter!"

After chatting for a bit, my attention returned to the file in my hands. It detailed the joint project with Cornell Group which was currently in a c Cornell Group would make a huge profit in just a month.

But they were going to lose revenue with my intervention, which they obviously couldn't accept. Over the past few days, they'd been sendin

I heard that Dad even yelled at the

representative from Cornell Group and gave Jeremiah a thorough scolding before kicking him out of the company. Though I hadn't gotten to thought of it felt satisfying.

When I returned to my villa the next morning, I saw a man leaning against a car as soon as I arrived.

When Jeremiah looked up and saw me, he strode forward. He frowned with worry and asked,

""

Where have you been? Do you know how worried I've been for not being able to reach you these past two days?"

I scoffed. “Worried about me? Or are you worried Cornell Group's project might fall through and cost you money?”

My words hit a nerve, and a flicker of unease crossed Jeremiah's face. He forced out a dry chuckle.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You've been messing around for a few days now. Aren't you tired? Pack your things and come hom with me. Married couples shouldn't live apart."

Jeremiah wasn't particularly good at comforting others, especially me. He had always had the upper hand in our relationship. Apologizing ar I scanned him from head to toe and sneered, "What's wrong? Did you get scolded by your dad? Did he force you here to make up with me? The Cornells had always prioritized profit. Jeremiah must've received a terrible scolding from his father, Marcos, after losing such a lucrative Jeremiah's expression shifted, and his clenched fists trembled at his side. He wanted to throw a fit

but forcibly held it back.

After taking a deep breath, he said, "I can explain that. It was my mistake, and I'm here to apologize. Come home with me, and let's just live It's such an unpleasant topic.❞

Jeremiah reached out to hold my hand, but I stepped back to avoid him. His hand froze in mid-

air, and he stared at me in disbelief.

I smiled mockingly and declared, "No, I'm determined to get a divorce!"

As I walked past him, a thought crossed my mind. I paused and turned to look at him to add one final remark, “Jeremiah, spare yourself the niceties. Your act is utterly disgusting."

Ignoring the grave look

on his face, I opened the door and stepped in. Then, I closed it behind me and left him outside.

Not long after Jeremiah's visit in the morning, Elsa came knocking on my door.

She sat on the couch and cautiously probed, “Jane, I heard Jeremiah came to you. Won't you get back together with him?”

Leaning back against the couch, I tilted my head and looked at her with a faint smile. “And what good would it do you if we reconcile?"