He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 01

He Left Me For His Pregnant Ex, So I Took Everything Chapter 01

Garrett Vance sweet-talked me into a divorce. He said it was just to protect the company from some asset complications. Then he turned around and married his pregnant first love.

I sold off five pre-marital properties. In one year, I quietly acquired sixty-seven percent of his company.

When the bank called to ask if I could mortgage those same properties to bail him out, I only said: “The properties are gone, and so is Mrs. Vance. Tell him to ask his new bride.”

The call came from the bank’s relationship manager.

She was polite. “May I please speak with Mrs. Vance?”

I closed the file in front of me.

“My name is Stirling.”

There was a two-second pause on her end. “Ms. Stirling, my apologies. Our records haven’t been updated.”

“Get to the point.”

“Garrison Group has applied for a two hundred forty million dollar bridge loan, but the evaluation didn’t pass. Mr. Vance mentioned you might be willing to secure it using the two penthouses at The Grandview and three commercial properties on Anson Boulevard.”

I pushed the file aside.

“He said what?”

“Mr. Vance said you would definitely agree. After all, Garrison Group is a business you built together as a couple.”

I let out a dry laugh.

“First, Garrett and I divorced a year ago.”

“Second, the five properties you mentioned were sold off within three months of the divorce.”

“Third, this call should go to Mrs. Vance.”

“Sold? Sold?”

The manager’s composure cracked.

“Mr. Vance doesn’t know?”

“I sold my own things. Do I need to report that to him?”

Silence.

I hung up.

A year ago, Garrett had slid the divorce papers across our dining table.

“Scarlett, Garrison Group needs to raise capital, and the marital assets are too complicated. Let’s just go through the formalities. Once the deal goes through, I’ll bring you right back home.”

I asked, “It’s really just a formality?”

He said, “I’d never lie to you.”

I believed him.

We walked out of City Hall, and he fixed my scarf.

“Good girl. Just wait for me.”

A month later, my best friend texted me a photo.

Garrett in a groom’s tuxedo. Beside him stood Ruby Rivera in a wedding dress, one hand tucked into his arm, the other resting on her belly.

Ruby was his first love—the one that got away, and the one he never truly let go of.

I called him.

Over the line, someone shouted: “Now, the groom may kiss the bride!”

Garrett answered impatiently. “Who’s this?”

“Me. Scarlett.”

The background went quiet.

“Scarlett, I’m in a meeting. I’ll call you back.”

“The Rosewood Pavilion at The Grand Regency counts as a meeting?”

Nothing.

I pressed on. “Our marital home is right next door. You picked this spot thinking I wouldn’t find out?”

After a long pause, he said, “You saw?”

“Yes.”

“Ruby’s pregnant. I have to give her and the baby my family name.”

“And what about me?”

“We’re already divorced.”

I said, “Fine.”

He panicked. “Scarlett, listen—this is just for the baby.”

“Enjoy your wedding, Garrett.”

I hung up and blocked him everywhere.

The next day, I met my lawyer.

“Ms. Stirling, you’re certain about selling all five?” Lawyer Davis laid the documents on the table.

“Certain.”

“Two penthouses, three commercial properties. Total value around one hundred eighty million. Selling now means taking a hit compared to peak market.”

“I don’t care about the hit. I care about speed.”

Davis asked, “Where should the proceeds go?”

“Into Crestview Ventures.”

He looked up.

I pushed the authorization letter toward him.

“Full confidentiality.”

He nodded. “Understood.”

Over the next few weeks, I signed contracts, handled transfers, cleared out old belongings.

Garrett had no idea.

Mrs. Eleanor Vance had no idea.

Ruby certainly had no idea.

They all thought I was still sitting in those properties, clinging to the empty title of Mrs. Vance, waiting for Garrett to come back.

I wasn’t waiting.

I used that money to start buying up Garrison Group shares.

Garrison Group—the “Garrison” was Garrett’s legacy, and the “Stirling” in the renamed “Stirling Garrison” would be mine.

Years ago, he’d said, “This is our baby.”

Now that baby was about to change its last name.