After Divorce, I Became the Tycoon’s Favorite

Natalie's POV

I gripped the steering wheel, with Levi's urgently needed Luxembourg project files sitting on the passenger seat.

My phone suddenly rang - an unknown number.

I answered, and before I could say anything, I heard intimate sounds and heavy breathing.

"Natalie can't satisfy you at all, right? That's why you agreed to do this with me." It was a young girl's voice.

The man's voice was low and cold: "Her? I got tired of her ages ago. You're the one who matters."

I unconsciously tightened my grip on the phone.

That voice - it was Levi! My husband!

Hearing Levi say this, the girl giggled, her voice full of triumphant joy. "So when you two divorce, will you marry me, honey?"

"Baby, of course you'll be my only wife."

My heart seized with sharp pain. I hung up abruptly, my vision blurring for a moment.

Then I saw it - a familiar black Bentley parked by the roadside.

It was Levi's car. The body was violently shaking, as if mocking my eight years of stupidity.

Once upon a time, Levi and I were deeply in love, even though Levi's mother never hid her disgust for me.

She used every method to make my life miserable. At family dinners, she deliberately had servants serve me cold food, and said in front of many people that I wasn't good enough for Levi.

But back then, Levi always protected me. Eight years ago, despite his mother's countless objections, he insisted on marrying me.

I'll never forget the day before the wedding, when Levi's mother called me to the study.

She sneered and said: "Natalie, you think you've won? Nothing in this world lasts forever. He's just still riding the novelty. When he gets tired of you, you'll be the first one thrown away."

Then Levi burst in. He held my hand, looked firmly into my eyes, and made me a promise: "Baby, you're my only wife. Forever."

Now, those same words were being said to another woman.

I once naively thought Levi was different. Now it seems there really is no forever.

He could freely entangle himself with other women, enjoying the thrill that comes from betraying a marriage.

I lost, and I'm completely done.

A week ago, Levi's mother came to see me again. She handed me divorce papers.

"Just get Levi to sign this, keep your marriage secret forever, and I'll give you one billion dollars as compensation."

I thought I'd never use those papers.

Now, I took them out.

At this moment, the Bentley's rhythmic rocking made my stomach churn.

Fuck staying quiet and taking it.

I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Levi's high-and-mighty mother: "Get my billion ready."

The instant the message sent, I floored the gas pedal.

The white Maserati shot forward like a vengeful bullet, straight toward that violently shaking black Bentley!

"BANG—!"

A huge crash rang out, the sound of twisting metal nearly piercing my eardrums.

I clearly saw that woman jerk backward from the force, falling awkwardly onto the back seat.

I sat in my car quietly enjoying this farce for a few seconds. This scene was so ugly it was almost funny.

Then I slipped the divorce papers in the middle of the stack of documents, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.

I rushed to his car and pounded on the window.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The window slowly rolled down a crack, and Levi's face, filled with rage, appeared behind it.

Obviously, he didn't want me to clearly see what was happening inside.

"Natalie? Are you fucking crazy!" he snarled at me.

I made my voice sound urgent, "The Luxembourg project! Their lawyers are upstairs right now, and they're saying if you don't sign immediately, they're leaving!"

I shoved the documents through the window.

His handsome face was written all over with impatience. He clearly wanted to deal with the mess in his car first, but my words made it impossible for him to ignore, because the Luxembourg project was crucial to him.

He snatched the documents, too lazy to even look. He just flipped to where he needed to sign and scrawled his name.

Then he roughly shoved everything back, including the divorce papers.

"Handle it! Now get lost!"

"Okay." I quit while I was ahead, turned elegantly, without a moment's hesitation.

After all, I had more important things to do.

My phone buzzed - a message from Levi's mother, still arrogant as ever: "I want to see my son's signature with my own eyes."

I sneered, snapped a photo of Levi's signature on the papers, and sent it.

"Now, as you wished. You know my account information."

Now I just wanted to get away from Levi and reclaim the only thing I had of value - my dignity.

I went home and started packing. I realized that in this villa, nothing really belonged to me.

I was throwing the last few things into my suitcase when Levi pushed open the bedroom door and walked in.

He moved close to me as if nothing had happened, his lips kissing my neck, his hands reaching into my clothes.

Thinking about what I'd seen that afternoon, I felt a wave of nausea, so I shoved him away hard, with all my strength.

Levi was enraged by my action, "Natalie? What are you doing?"

He dared to ask me?! I widened my eyes, flames burning in my veins, "Who was that woman in your car this afternoon?"

Levi looked very impatient: "That was just Lillian, my business partner's daughter! She just got back from abroad and needs my care. Natalie, don't be so emotional."

I laughed coldly inside. Care? You mean what they were doing in that car?

I heard it crystal clear through the phone. I saw how violently that Bentley was shaking.

I was certain now. My heart was completely dead.

I had to get away from him as soon as possible. I took a deep breath, "Levi, I want a divorce."

"Divorce?" His handsome face twisted with rage. "Natalie, say that again?"

I didn't even blink, "I said, I want a divorce."

He suddenly let out a short, contemptuous laugh, then moved closer to me, "Who gave you the nerve? You come from nothing. Everything you have now, I gave you! Without me, you're nothing!"

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

Those deep eyes I once lost myself in now held only cold control. "I'm telling you, impossible!"

Each of his words was like a poisoned needle, stabbing into my heart.

It hurt. An intense pain, as if countless ants were gnawing at my bones.

Damn it.

He was so sure I couldn't leave him. But he didn't know - I'd already pulled off a pretty clever trick.

I'd already gotten him to sign the divorce papers.

A surge of vengeful satisfaction coursed through me like electricity, and the corner of my mouth curled into a cold, mocking smile I couldn't control.