“Fine. Got it.” Emily picked her phone up from the table and slid it into her pocket.
Seeing her about to leave, Amelia quickly stood up, almost slapping the table, “You still haven’t told me how you plan to make Aaron divorce you.”
Emily glanced at her lazily, “Relax. I don’t go back on my word.”
“Words mean nothing.”
“I’ve already hired a lawyer to take him to court,” Emily said, her voice flat and cold. “I’m not the type to cling to trash.”
Amelia laughed, though inwardly she was sneering.
Keep pretending to be tough.
Once you’re out of Aaron’s life, where are you gonna find someone richer or more powerful? What an i***t. If I were you, I’d hold onto the title of Mrs. Lopez for dear life. Even if I couldn’t win back his heart, at least I’d have the whole Lopez family behind me—
