She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 07

She Asked For A Divorce The Day He Made Her A Public Enemy Chapter 07

After failing to catch me several times, Jason eventually used 

his connections to track down my new address. 

Maybe seeing that I was still single gave him hope. 

“Stella… everything before was my fault. Completely my 

fault,” he said, his voice unusually earnest. 

“I shouldn’t have trusted Verena. I shouldn’t have hurt you. 

But the one I’ve always loved… is you.” 

“Verena did confess her feelings to me, but we were never 

actually together.” 

“Come back. Let’s remarry. We can go back to how things. 

used to be.” 

He stepped forward, trying to pull me into an embrace. 

I simply took a step back–and tore his illusion apart in one 

sentence. 

“Jason, the only reason you feel guilty now… is because you 

know I’m Serena Vale. If I weren’t, then Stella Grant would’ve 

deserved everything you and Verena did to her, right?” 

His lips moved, trying to form an explanation–but nothing 

convincing came out. 

“You knew what Verena did to me. You knew everything.” 

“You just chose not to see it. You chose her.” 

“Because in your heart, Stella Grant was never as important 

as she was.” 

“If you had told me from the beginning that you loved 

someone else, I would never have married you in the first 

place.” 

“You were the one who proposed. And yet after marriage, 

you hurt your own wife for someone else.” 

“Now that we’re divorced, you come crawling back, trying to 

fix things.” 

“Look at yourself. Don’t you see how ridiculous that is?” 

“You couldn’t have the one you truly wanted, so you settled 

for second best.” 

“But to the one you settled for, that’s already a kind of 

cruelty.” 

“And you didn’t just have one ‘second best.” 

“You hurt one, then turned back to chase the one you 

couldn’t have. Why should everyone else step down just to 

fulfill your wish?” 

“Who do you think you are?” 

He froze where he stood, unable to take another step 

forward. 

I turned, got into my car, and drove away. 

Verena couldn’t accept reality. 

She kept pestering Jason, demanding to know what she 

meant to him. 

His answer? 

“A substitute.” 

She slapped him, and he slapped her back. 

Their ugly fight caused a huge stir online. 

Verena had already been dragged through the mud, but 

netizens weren’t about to let Jason walk away clean. 

Soon, both of them were trending–getting torn apart 

together. 

Even the Miller family’s business started taking a hit. 

My former mother–in–law couldn’t stand watching her son fall 

apart. 

For the first time ever, she called me, asking me to remarry 

Jason. 

When I refused, she tried to use his grandmother against me. 

“Arguments happen in every marriage,” she said. “Even if you won’t forgive Jason, shouldn’t you at least consider everything his grandmother has done for you?” 

I smiled, then replied politely, “It’s precisely out of respect for her kindness that I put up with all your sarcasm and 

insults before.” 

“Are you sure you want Jason and me to remarry, only to spend the rest of your life as a mother–in–law at the mercy 

of your daughter–in–law?” 

Then I hung up. 

Scrolling through the trending topics, I noticed something 

interesting. 

After falling out with Jason, Verena was trying to rebuild her career–leaning into controversy, hoping to turn notoriety into 

fame. 

Too bad. 

I wasn’t about to let her get back up. 

Just as she was about to secure a deal with a variety show, a 

video hit the trending charts. 

The footage of her and her friends beating me. 

Yes. That “coffee meeting” had been her trap. 

But it had also been mine. 

I never walked into a fight unprepared. 

After digging into her past and learning about the group of 

girls she kept around her, I came up with a plan. 

At the time, I had no power to rely on. 

So I chose the only option left–a calculated sacrifice. 

I had prepared a breakaway bottle made of sugar. 

I had someone record everything that day. 

Even the things she said–I had captured all of it with a 

recorder hidden in my bag. 

People already knew she had interfered in my marriage. 

And now, I showed them the details. 

Another wave of outrage swept the internet. 

This time, it wasn’t just gossip. 

It was undeniable proof. 

Verena’s fate was sealed. Blacklisted. Done. No coming back. 

Jason showed up at my company not long after, looking like 

a ghost. 

Gone was his arrogance–he just wanted to see me. 

To apologize. 

“Stella… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice hoarse. 

“I never imagined she would hurt you like that. I was blind… 

it’s all my fault.” 

This time, I didn’t bother reasoning with him. 

I just told him–I had misjudged him too. 

“Jason… think carefully.” 

“Was it really just me and Verena?” 

His eyes widened. 

Because there was someone else. 

A rookie actress, new to the industry. 

One night, drunk, Jason mistook her for the girl he had 

always loved–and forced himself on her. 

When he sobered up, he didn’t comfort her. Didn’t apologize. 

Didn’t even offer proper compensation. 

Instead, he worked with his assistant to pressure her into 

silence. 

In the end, she was forced out of the industry–with fifty 

thousand dollars and a contract sealing her mouth. 

I only learned about this after the divorce. 

“Jason Miller, what goes around comes around. Have you 

ever felt even a shred of guilt toward that girl?” 

With my support, the girl finally stepped forward. 

She exposed him, told her story, and made something clear to every woman watching. 

“Being assaulted by a celebrity is not your fault. It’s not a privilege. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“The one who should feel shame is the one who hurt you. You have every right to stand up for yourself. To demand an apology. To demand compensation. To demand justice.”