I Upgraded To First Class And Downgraded Him To Ex-Husband Chapter 04

I Upgraded To First Class And Downgraded Him To Ex-Husband Chapter 04

For the next three days, the Reed family seemed to go all out.

Through various relatives’ group chats, they kept sending voice messages.

Caleb’s aunt posted a long string of voice messages in the group.

“Young people these days have no manners at all. What’s the big deal about Patricia going on vacation? You even freeze her cards? Are you trying to starve your elders?”

His cousin followed right after.

“Exactly. Our Caleb is such an honest person, and look how badly he’s been bullied.”

Caleb posted a sighing emoji in the group.

“Forget it, family shame shouldn’t be aired in public. I’ll teach her the rules when I get back.”

I watched the text on the screen but didn’t reply.

Directly tapped the top right corner.

“Leave Group.”

I deleted all relatives with the last name Reed from my contacts list in one go.

Over these three days, I cooperated with the buyer to complete all the title transfer procedures.

The full cash balance was deposited into my account, not a cent missing.

On the evening of the seventh day, I was packing in my hotel room.

My phone screen lit up. A text message came in.

It was from Caleb.

“I’ll be home at 8 p.m. tonight.”

“You’d better have a table full of good dishes ready and get on your knees to apologize to my mom and Jenna.”

“Otherwise, this marriage is over.”

I looked at this text message and didn’t reply.

He was still certain that I would, like countless times before.

I put the signed divorce agreement into an envelope.

Called a local courier runner.

“Sir, please deliver this to this address.” I handed the envelope to the courier guy.

“Leave it with the front desk or at the door?” the guy asked.

“Just wedge it in the door crack.”

I took my suitcase and stepped into the elevator.

At 8:10 p.m.

Outside the train station in Oakhaven, the Reed family of three, dragging their bags and luggage, walked toward the taxi stand with chins up and chests out.

“Mom, when we get home in a bit, don’t give her any nice face,” Caleb said.

Patricia gave a cold snort.

“She wouldn’t dare give me a bad face. See if I don’t tear her a new one.”

Jenna chimed in from the side.

“Yeah, she absolutely must raise my credit card limit today, or it’s not over.”

Half an hour later, they stood in front of that familiar front door.

“Tell that golddigger to get out here and carry the bags!” Patricia yelled loudly.

Caleb fished out his key and inserted it into the lock.

Turned it once.

It still wouldn’t budge.

“What’s going on? Did the lock change?” Caleb frowned.

He pounded hard on the door.

“Tessa! Open up! Are you playing dead in there!”

The door was suddenly pushed open forcefully from the inside.

Caught completely off guard, Caleb was knocked back two steps by the door.

A tattooed, shirtless, burly man stood in the doorway.

In his hand, he was still holding half an unfinished watermelon.

“Who is it? Making all that racket in the middle of the night?” the burly man growled in a gruff voice.

Caleb froze.

He checked the door number.

It was indeed his own place.

“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” Caleb demanded.

The burly man tossed the watermelon rind into the trash can.

“Your home? Have you been drinking?”

“I just bought this place two days ago, paid in full. The deed is still warm.”

Caleb stood rigid on the spot.

His eyes stared fixedly into the empty living room beyond the door.

On the wall where the wedding photo had originally hung, there was now a giant poster of Jesus Christ.

The sofa was gone, the coffee table was gone.

Not a single trace of the home he was familiar with remained.