She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 04

She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 04

In three days, I found a place and moved out as quickly as I 

could–quietly, while Jason was busy with work. 

I needed a job. I needed to support myself. 

But after the whole trending scandal, thanks to Jason, I’d 

become someone with a reputation no one wanted to touch. 

The industry had practically blacklisted me. 

On top of that, my résumé was nearly empty. Every 

application I sent out vanished without a trace. 

Finally, I got an interview. 

I arrived early at the café we’d agreed on. 

But instead of the interviewer… Verena showed up. 

She had five or six girls with her. The moment they saw me, 

they flooded into my booth, surrounding me like predators 

closing in. 

One of them smirked. “Well, look who it is. Why does she 

look so familiar?” 

“Isn’t this Jason Miller’s creepy stalker fan?” another sneered. “You’ve got some nerve going after Verena without even 

knowing your place.” 

“Verena’s his official girlfriend,” someone else added 

mockingly. “Who do you think you are? Bit off more than you 

can chew, huh?” 

“Tell you what,” one of them said, folding her arms. “Get on your knees and apologize to Verena, and maybe she’ll hook 

you up with a job.” 

I lifted my gaze to Verena, whose face was full of smug 

confidence, almost arrogant. 

I lowered my eyes again, calm. 

“I don’t know you, Ms. Dawson. We’ve never crossed paths,” I said evenly. “So I’m honestly surprised you’d believe those malicious rumors so easily. 

“What surprises me more… is how different you are in real 

life compared to the image you show on screen.” 

“Aren’t you worried your fans might find out?” 

Before I could finish, someone yanked my hair. 

A sharp slap followed, ringing in my ears. 

Verena flexed her hand and stepped closer, her voice low and venomous. 

“You’re still talking big when you’re about to get crushed?” 

She tilted her head slightly, smiling. 

“As Jason’s girlfriend, I didn’t even need to bother with someone like you.” 

“But since you don’t know your place… don’t blame me for what happens next.” 

She stepped back, while the others closed in. 

One girl with bleached hair lunged at me, but I reacted first, 

driving my foot into her stomach. 

For a second, she doubled over. 

Then someone grabbed my hair again. 

Another slap. 

Fighting one–on–one might’ve been fair. 

But there were too many of them–and they weren’t holding 

back. 

The blows came fast, one after another. Slaps, kicks–l 

couldn’t even defend myself. 

“You think you can fight back?” one of them shouted. “Go on, 

fight back!” 

Struggling, I forced my hand into my bag and pulled out my phone, trying to call the police. 

Verena knocked it out of my hand and kicked it into the 

corner. 

She looked down at me, her smile sharp and cruel. 

“Calling the cops?” she said softly. “Even if you do, it won’t matter. My boyfriend will take care of everything.” 

Then she smiled again–slow, deliberate. 

The next thing I knew, someone grabbed an empty bottle 

and smashed it over my head. 

As my vision blurred and darkness crept in, I vaguely heard 

Verena lean close to my ear. 

“You really think I didn’t know who you are? I’ve known you 

for a long time.” 

“But so what if you’re married to him?” 

“In his heart… I still matter more.” 

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, my whole body 

aching. 

The nurse told me it was mostly superficial–just a cut on my 

head. No concussion, thankfully. Nothing too serious. 

Then she reminded me to settle the bill. 

I picked up my phone to pay, only to find my card had been 

frozen. 

I was about to call Jason, but he called first. 

“Hello,” he said flatly. “You wanted a divorce, right? I’m at the 

café by my office. Come here.” 

Same cold tone. Like I owed him something. 

But since he was finally willing to talk about divorce, I had to 

take the opportunity. 

I left my documents with the hospital as collateral, grabbed 

a ride, and headed over. 

The private room smelled heavily of smoke. 

Jason saw me walk in and crushed out his cigarette in a 

crystal ashtray. 

The moment I sat down, he spoke, his tone already edged 

with irritation. 

“Stella, I told you I’d consider going public.” 

“Why couldn’t you just wait?” 

“Did you really have to rush and tell Verena about us?” 

I froze for a second, then I understood. 

Knowing Verena, I could almost hear exactly what she’d said 

to him. 

Something along the lines of-“Jason, I’m so sorry! My friends 

thought she was some obsessed stalker fan and got carried 

away!” 

“I had no idea she was your wife!” 

“This is my fault. Please don’t blame them–I’ll take 

responsibility for it!” 

And of course, Jason believed her. Forgave her. 

And conveniently focused on my supposed wrongdoing- 

convinced that I had deliberately exposed our relationship. 

At this point, there was no point wasting any more breath 

explaining. 

If anything, it only confirmed what I had already told Jason- 

what I had already realized about this marriage. 

“Jason, you’re overthinking it,” I said calmly. “My goal now is divorce. Not going public.” 

He let out a cold laugh. “If I hadn’t brought up divorce, you wouldn’t even have come to see me, right?” 

“You really want out that badly?” 

“What if you walk away with nothing? Would you still agree?” 

I looked at him quietly, saying nothing. 

He stared back just as stubbornly, jaw tight–like he was making some kind of major decision. 

Then he pulled out the divorce agreement. 

“If you’re set on this, there’s no point in me trying to stop you,” he said. 

“Take a look. See if there’s anything you’re not satisfied with.” 

I opened the document slowly. 

To be honest, I had married into the Miller family with nothing. Their wealth had never been mine to begin with. 

Three years of marriage. A handful of moments that could even be called a married life. 

Even if I left with nothing, it wouldn’t feel like a loss. 

After all… I was still young. 

But Jason hadn’t written that into the agreement. 

He was giving me half of everything he’d earned during the marriage. 

Everything already under my name stayed mine. 

I knew he wasn’t stingy. He had never treated me poorly when it came to money. 

So I asked, “Was the ‘walk away with nothing‘ idea Verena’s?” 

The way his eyes flickered away gave him away. 

Then he glanced at the bruises on my face, and for once, his tone softened–almost gently. 

“Your injuries aren’t that serious. Just let it go.” 

“As long as you agree not to pursue this, I’ll transfer an extra 

five million dollars to your account in three months.” 

I almost laughed. 

Then I shook my head lightly and signed the agreement without hesitation. 

Just like that, I put an end to this marriage.