WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 82: Chapter 82
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I couldn't believe it—after everything, Ryan still refused to sign the divorce papers.
His excuse?
His mom's kidney disease had relapsed and he "didn't want to cause unnecessary stress."
And somehow… that's my problem?
"If you keep stalling, I'll file for divorce myself."
Ryan sounded irritated, ice-cold.
"You seeing someone else? That why you're so damn eager to move on?"
"None of your business."
I hung up right as Lauren pulled up in her car.
Following her advice, I'd just quit my old corporate job and started trying out live-streaming—selling farm-to-table goods online.
Ryan had clearly been pulling strings behind the scenes.
At work, my boss started freezing me out, isolating me, even spreading rumors that I'd been cheating. Then came the forced resignation.
How the hell was I supposed to grow in a place like that?
I finished my last project with care, handed in my resignation, and walked away.
New path, new chapter. I'm Melanie Dawson. I don't need to be afraid of starting over.
Lauren had spent years studying overseas and built up a pretty solid following online.
That night we co-hosted a livestream together—sales blew past my expectations.
It was late when we wrapped, so we made plans to grab a bite.
She went to change; I stepped out to reserve a table.
That's when I saw Jessica.
She was being dragged toward a hotel room by some guy.
She looked wasted—totally out of it—barely able to mumble in protest.
"C'mon, baby... you'll feel real good in a sec."
I squeezed my eyes shut, tempted to walk away.
Not. My. Problem.
But when the guy yanked open Jessica's blouse before they even made it into the room, I couldn't just stand there.
I pulled out my phone, started recording, and called 911.
When I rushed up and shoved him away, I recognized him—
Leo.
The same guy who confessed his crush on me back in freshman year.
"Melanie?! W-What the hell are you doing here—"
Before I could answer, Jessica, disheveled and barely conscious, staggered straight into Ryan's arms as he arrived.
Once he calmed her down, he turned and looked at me—and Leo.
His eyes were ice.
He didn't say a word.
He just pulled off his watch, then beat the hell out of Leo.
Each punch was like a damn hammer.
His tie got splattered with blood.
I didn't care to watch more. I turned to leave—
But Jessica grabbed my wrist, her voice trembling.
"Melanie... it wasn't enough to watch and do nothing?"
"You had to film it too? Do you hate me that much? Want to destroy me?"
Ryan's head snapped toward us. He walked over, ripped my phone out of my jacket pocket.
"I was filming as evidence—"
Before I could finish, he smashed my phone against the wall.
"Jesus, Melanie Dawson. Are you really this fucking disgusting now?"
"Jessica's your stepsister. She's done so much for your mom—and this is how you repay her?"
I stared at my phone—shattered to pieces.
Inside it were photos of my parents… our memories… gone.
I crouched down to salvage it, still hoping it could be fixed.
Ryan yanked me up by the arm.
"If anything happens to Jessica tonight, I swear I'll never forgive you!"
I looked at him like he was insane, then slapped him across the face with everything I had.
"If that phone's beyond repair and those photos are lost, I'll never forgive you!"
Lauren arrived, throwing her arms protectively around me.
Eyes burning, I stared Ryan down.
"That video was for the cops—this whole floor's got security cameras, you can check it yourself!"
"But you breaking my phone?"
"That was pure payback. And yeah, I will sue your ass if I have to."
His excuse?
His mom's kidney disease had relapsed and he "didn't want to cause unnecessary stress."
And somehow… that's my problem?
"If you keep stalling, I'll file for divorce myself."
Ryan sounded irritated, ice-cold.
"You seeing someone else? That why you're so damn eager to move on?"
"None of your business."
I hung up right as Lauren pulled up in her car.
Following her advice, I'd just quit my old corporate job and started trying out live-streaming—selling farm-to-table goods online.
Ryan had clearly been pulling strings behind the scenes.
At work, my boss started freezing me out, isolating me, even spreading rumors that I'd been cheating. Then came the forced resignation.
How the hell was I supposed to grow in a place like that?
I finished my last project with care, handed in my resignation, and walked away.
New path, new chapter. I'm Melanie Dawson. I don't need to be afraid of starting over.
Lauren had spent years studying overseas and built up a pretty solid following online.
That night we co-hosted a livestream together—sales blew past my expectations.
It was late when we wrapped, so we made plans to grab a bite.
She went to change; I stepped out to reserve a table.
That's when I saw Jessica.
She was being dragged toward a hotel room by some guy.
She looked wasted—totally out of it—barely able to mumble in protest.
"C'mon, baby... you'll feel real good in a sec."
I squeezed my eyes shut, tempted to walk away.
Not. My. Problem.
But when the guy yanked open Jessica's blouse before they even made it into the room, I couldn't just stand there.
I pulled out my phone, started recording, and called 911.
When I rushed up and shoved him away, I recognized him—
Leo.
The same guy who confessed his crush on me back in freshman year.
"Melanie?! W-What the hell are you doing here—"
Before I could answer, Jessica, disheveled and barely conscious, staggered straight into Ryan's arms as he arrived.
Once he calmed her down, he turned and looked at me—and Leo.
His eyes were ice.
He didn't say a word.
He just pulled off his watch, then beat the hell out of Leo.
Each punch was like a damn hammer.
His tie got splattered with blood.
I didn't care to watch more. I turned to leave—
But Jessica grabbed my wrist, her voice trembling.
"Melanie... it wasn't enough to watch and do nothing?"
"You had to film it too? Do you hate me that much? Want to destroy me?"
Ryan's head snapped toward us. He walked over, ripped my phone out of my jacket pocket.
"I was filming as evidence—"
Before I could finish, he smashed my phone against the wall.
"Jesus, Melanie Dawson. Are you really this fucking disgusting now?"
"Jessica's your stepsister. She's done so much for your mom—and this is how you repay her?"
I stared at my phone—shattered to pieces.
Inside it were photos of my parents… our memories… gone.
I crouched down to salvage it, still hoping it could be fixed.
Ryan yanked me up by the arm.
"If anything happens to Jessica tonight, I swear I'll never forgive you!"
I looked at him like he was insane, then slapped him across the face with everything I had.
"If that phone's beyond repair and those photos are lost, I'll never forgive you!"
Lauren arrived, throwing her arms protectively around me.
Eyes burning, I stared Ryan down.
"That video was for the cops—this whole floor's got security cameras, you can check it yourself!"
"But you breaking my phone?"
"That was pure payback. And yeah, I will sue your ass if I have to."
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