I Upgraded To First Class And Downgraded Him To Ex-Husband Chapter 02

I Upgraded To First Class And Downgraded Him To Ex-Husband Chapter 02

The plane touched down in Oakhaven just as dawn broke.

I pushed open the door to our marital home.

A stale, musty smell from a long time without ventilation hit me.

Caleb’s sneakers lay scattered in the entryway, along with the red dancing shoes Patricia wore for Zumba.

Caleb’s unwashed dirty socks were still on the coffee table.

Underneath them was a handwritten note.

It was the “posttrip shopping list” handwritten by Patricia.

It was densely listed with items:

“Gourmet lobster from Stevenson’s—two boxes.”

“Silk scarves for Ms. Wright—three.”

“Silver bracelets Jenna has her eye on—one pair.”

At the very bottom was a line of tiny script.

“Have Tessa expense all of these. Consider it her showing respect to her elders.”

I threw that note into the trash.

I rummaged out the biggest black garbage bags I could find.

I swept the dirty laundry off the couch, the fruit peels from the coffee table, and the cardboard boxes Patricia had stacked on the balcony—everything into the bags.

Bag after bag, I dragged them out to the hallway.

My phone connected to the home WiFi, and a few unread texts popped up.

They were screenshots forwarded by Jenna via text message before I blocked her.

“Tessa, I’ve got my eye on a jade bracelet. 28,000.”

“Hurry and transfer the money to Caleb’s card. Consider it your tribute to me.”

“I raised such a good son and gave him to you. It’s only right you bleed a little.”

I opened my banking app.

That card was a supplementary card I’d opened in my own name and had been letting Caleb use.

I tapped “Freeze This Card.”

Then I forwarded the screenshot to Jenna.

“Card’s frozen. Go ask your own brother for it.”

Sent, then I blocked her again.

Within five minutes, Caleb called from an unknown number.

I answered but didn’t speak.

“Tessa! When are you going to stop this tantrum!” Caleb’s voice crashed out of the earpiece.

“What are you doing freezing my supplementary card? My mom is standing here with the bracelet waiting to pay!”

“Do you know the salesclerk looked at us like we were beggars!”

“Hurry up and unfreeze the card. Don’t be embarrassing me out in public!”

I pulled open the wardrobe door.

“Your card?” I asked.

“It’s my wife’s card—same thing! Cut the crap and unfreeze it, now!”

“Caleb.” I tossed a few jackets onto the bed.

“I am not running a charity.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it says.”

From the phone, Patricia’s voice cut in.

“Have you lost your mind! Once you’re married, your money is the Reed family’s money!”

“You earn over a hundred grand a year, what’s 28,000 to you?”

“If you don’t transfer the money, just wait till we get back. I’ll make you sorry!”

I didn’t listen to the rest.

I pressed the hangup button and, in passing, blocked that unknown number too.

I dragged out two suitcases and began packing my own clothes and documents.

I didn’t have many things.

In this house, most of the space was taken up by Patricia’s health supplements and Jenna’s online shopping packages.

What belonged to me was just a few sets of professional attire and some daily necessities.

After packing, I pulled my suitcases to the living room.

On the wall hung a huge couple’s wedding portrait.

In the photo, Caleb was smiling brilliantly, and I was leaning against his shoulder.

I went into the kitchen and took out a pair of scissors.

Standing on the sofa, I aimed the scissor tips at the center of the photo.

With a forceful slash, I cut.

The canvas let out a sharp, tearing sound.

His half was torn down by me, crumpled into a ball, and thrown into the trash.

My half—I left it on the wall.

I dusted off my hands.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number.

“Hello, is that Luke?”

“Ms. Mitchell, hello, hello.” The agent Luke’s voice was very enthusiastic.

“That schooldistrict property I listed with you before, it’s ready to be viewed now.”

“Really? That’s great! That place is in very high demand.”

“Just one condition,” I said.

“Must be a full cash purchase. You mentioned a potential client before who’s in a hurry to register his kid for school. Ask him if he can do it. As long as he has the connections to expedite the process and get the title within three days.”

“That…” Luke hesitated. “Full cash and expedited title transfer, the price might have to be squeezed down quite a bit.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “Even 200,000 below market value works. I’ll even pay the rush fee for the expedited channel myself, just as long as it’s fast.”

“No problem! That regular client has had his eye on this area the whole time. I’ll take him over today!”

I hung up the phone.

This property was bought by me before marriage with full payment.

Back then, Caleb said his family was not well off and couldn’t afford the down payment.

I said it didn’t matter, I had it.

He was moved to tears, saying he would definitely treat me well from now on and spoil me like a princess.

The very next day after we got our marriage license half a year ago, Patricia and Jenna moved in with their bags and baggage.

They said conditions in the city were better, making it easier for Jenna to find a job.

This stay had lasted over half a year.

Up until three days ago when we finished the wedding and came out for our honeymoon.

I pulled my suitcase and walked to the door.

I glanced back at this home I had once so carefully decorated.

The vase on the coffee table was empty.

The sofa cushions had been thrown out by me.

Only half the wedding photo remained on the wall.

I closed the door.

The keys were left on the shoe cabinet.