Chapter 152

I stared at the freshly printed divorce certificate in my hands, a thousand messy thoughts racing through my mind. In my last life, when Ronald first forced me to divorce him, I couldn't let go—I still had feelings for him. But by the time I was finally ready to move on, it was already too late. Everyone I trusted had turned their backs on me. Especially my father. His betrayal cut the deepest. I hated him to my core. Just to avenge my mom, I clung to my marriage with Ronald, using his power to bring down the entire Carter family, driving them into bankruptcy and forcing my father to kneel by my mom’s grave in a lifetime of regret. Honestly, by the end of everything with Ronald, there was no love left—only resentment and bitterness for how he’d let me down. But when I was dying, lying alone in that hospital bed, watching his engagement party with Grace broadcast on the big screen—him full of smiles and affection, while I was in pain clinging to life—I didn’t even have the energy to be