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Key: Not Your Doormat Anymore Chapter 15
The test results would not be ready for another week, but I was not too concerned. I dropped Dad and Mom off at one of our other villas to stay for a while.
I had not exposed Casey online, but word still got out. Her cheating on our wedding day had already spread through our social circles, and now everyone was giving them strange looks.
I heard she had not dared to leave the house for days, but I had no particular feelings about it.
Just a few days ago, she was still showing up outside our door. Luckily, I relocated Dad and Mom in time, and once they could not locate us, they gave up.
Without my family's investment, the Newton family's already fragile finances were on the verge of total collapse. Bankruptcy and restructuring were now real possibilities.
Her parents were begging anyone they could to invest, but after everything that happened, no one wanted to help them. Their reputation was in ruins.
As for me, I was still working as a chief cardiac surgeon—my career and life were completely unaffected. Even the family business was doing better now that we had cut the Newton family off. With no more leeches draining us, our performance shot up several levels.
Ever since I got rid of them, everything had been improving. Even my mood had lifted—until Casey showed up again, blocking me on my way out of the hospital after work.
She looked thinner than a few days ago. Dressed in a white dress and simple makeup, she stood right in my path.
It was the look I had always loved on her, but she had never dressed this way for me. She had claimed it was controlling, saying I was limiting her freedom to express herself.
So, I stopped asking and watched as she got all dolled up for Andeew. Now, seeing her again in that same outfit, I felt nothing.
Actually, no—that was not true. I felt mildly annoyed. I wanted to walk right past her.
"Jace!" She called out to me. Her eyes were full of tears, her expression soft and pitiful.
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