Goodbye My Love: I'll Make You Cry

Chapter 1 Get A Divorce

"The surgery comes with some risks, so it'd be better if your husband could sign off on it with you," the doctor said, his tone calm but firm. "Where the hell is he? He's not the president—he can spare a minute to sign a paper, right?"

In the VIP hospital room, the doctor frowned as she looked at Rachel Sarratt, who looked like she hadn't slept in days, pale and exhausted.

This was the third time Rachel had dragged herself here, trying to get a family member to sign the consent form.

Rachel let out a bitter laugh, then, holding her phone in her trembling hand, dialed the number again.

It was a number she'd called so many times before, but today it felt like it was ringing on the other side of the world. The line beeped, and an eternity passed.

"Have you agreed to the divorce?" came George Fox's emotionless voice from the other end.

Rachel's heart lurched painfully, as if her throat had been tightly squeezed.

Just a month ago, she had learned that the child she'd been hoping for over the past three years had finally arrived.

Overjoyed, she had rushed home to share the news, only to find George—who had lived a life of luxury—gently feeding soup to Callie Nunez, who was heavily pregnant.

As she watched Callie, with her delicate beauty and a mix of innocence and grace, Rachel was suddenly reminded of the first time George had seen her.

"I need a sweet, sensible wife. If you agree, we can get married right away," George said.

Now, three years later, as George's "sweet and sensible" wife, Rachel finally understood the real reason he had married her. Callie's eyes were just like hers.

"Rachel, let's get a divorce." That was when George first threw it out there.

For three years, Rachel had done everything she could to be the perfect wife—the obedient daughter-in-law, never defying him. But that was the first time she had refused him.

Since then, they had been in a silent standoff. It lasted until today, when Willa Fox, George's stepmom, had come to push for the divorce, only to send Rachel tumbling down the stairs.

The fall caused bleeding and a miscarriage, and she had to undergo emergency surgery.

On the other end of the line, Callie's sweet, coy voice echoed. "George, look, the 4D scan of the baby is here. Doesn't it look like me?"

"Yes, it does," George said.

As she heard the tender, indulgent tone in his voice, Rachel's hand shook uncontrollably. Three years of marriage, and he had always been cold and distant toward her.

She had tried so hard to please him, to obey him, and mold herself to fit his desires, thinking that eventually, he would come to love her. But in that moment, all her efforts seemed like a cruel joke.

"Rachel, don't waste any more time..." George said.

"I agree to the divorce," Rachel said, then hung up the phone.

She sat on the hospital bed for a long while, the pain in her abdomen coming in waves, but it felt as though she couldn't even feel it anymore.

Eventually, when the doctor prompted her again, Rachel lifted her head. "Doctor, if I get divorced, does that mean I don't need my husband to sign anymore?"

After the surgery, Rachel rested for a while, then forced herself to sit up. She had to go home.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she saw her suitcase—tossed out onto the doorstep.

"Rachel, your cheap, filthy stuff is dirtying my space. Can you get rid of it already?" Callie said.

Callie, with her slightly rounded belly, lifted her chin smugly, directing the servants—who were all buttering her up—to throw Rachel's belongings out.

Rachel sneered inwardly, thinking, 'Is George really trying to make room for his 'true love'? He is in such a hurry, it seems.'

She couldn't be bothered with Callie. Rachel walked past her and went straight for her luggage.

Her bold, dismissive attitude immediately ignited Callie's fury. Callie thought, 'How dare this poor, lowly orphan act like she is someone important?'

Callie stomped on Rachel's suitcase. "Wait, what's this?"

Rachel saw that Callie's gaze had fallen on a velvet box.

Her eyes flickered for a moment, and she instinctively reached for it, but before she could grab it, one of the servants—who was busy fawning over Callie—snatched it away.

"It's a ring, ma'am. Take a look," the servant said.

"Such a valuable thing..." Callie sneered. "This could probably feed her for the rest of her life. A person with no taste like her must have stolen it to sell for money."

"I can always smell that poor-people stench when she walks by," Callie continued, with a condescending look. "Someone like her has never seen anything so expensive. Of course she'd go for it."

"That's mine," Rachel said, her eyes welling up as she rushed forward.

She reached for the ring, but Callie was faster. "Who do you think you are? This ring is worth millions of dollars. A lowborn thing like you isn't worthy of it."

Rachel had nothing left in her. That ring had been a gift from George when he proposed. It was hers. With everything she had left, she grabbed it back.

Callie let out a shriek, spitting in disgust. "You lowly, good-for-nothing! You're really willing to kill for a ring, aren't you?"

The ring hit the floor with a sickening thud. Rachel cried out and bent down to grab it, but a pair of black leather shoes beat her to it. The foot came down hard, crushing the ring with a sharp crunch.

Rachel's heart shattered along with the ring. She looked up in shock and saw George suddenly standing before her.

George was a striking man—his dark eyebrows, piercing black eyes, and sharp nose, framed by lips that seemed naturally cold and disdainful. When he looked down at her, it was like a king staring down at an insignificant peasant.

"George..." Rachel said.

The ring was gone. She wanted to tell him how much it hurt, how her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

"Rachel." George's voice was cold. "Enough of this. Let's talk about the divorce terms. What do you want? Name your price."

His words, devoid of any warmth, felt like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her head, extinguishing the last flicker of hope she'd held for him.

"George, even though she stole it... she's poor. Life outside the Fox family will be hard for her. Let her keep the ring. At least she can sell it for some money. We don't need it," Callie said.

Callie threw herself into George's arms, looking down at Rachel with a smug smile, her face buried in his chest as if to rub it in.

George's brows furrowed ever so slightly. "Fine."

As Rachel looked at the shattered ring on the floor, tears began to fall from Rachel's eyes. She knew it was over. Her heart, just like that ring, would never be the same again.

With shaky steps, Rachel forced herself to rise. She didn't look back at him. She clenched her hand so tightly, her nails nearly digging into her skin.

"Tomorrow at nine, I'll come to collect my things. Please make sure Mr. Fox has the 100-million-dollar divorce settlement ready," Rachel said.

"Rachel, you—" Before George could finish, Rachel turned and walked out.

By the time she made it outside, the world around her seemed to go dark. Just as a black Rolls-Royce pulled up, she collapsed, losing consciousness.

"Ms. Sarratt!"

"Mr. Sarratt, that's Ms. Sarratt!"

"Stop the car!"

The Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt, and Martin Sarratt, an elderly man, leaning on a cane, rushed out. When he saw Rachel lying on the ground, his eyes immediately filled with tears.

Chapter 2 She Changes

When Rachel woke up, she found herself in the hospital.

"Rachel, you're finally awake," Martin said softly.

Rachel blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. She saw the familiar figure of Martin, her grandfather, sitting by her bedside. Her heart twisted. "Grandpa... how did you get here?"

She quickly threw herself into his arms, and in that moment, all the pain and frustration of the past three years came flooding out, impossible to hold back any longer.

Martin said, his voice full of worry as he looked at her frail, weakened form. "Kid, when you had that fight with your dad and stormed off from the Sarratt family, do you have any idea how long we searched for you?

"And now, your dad finally kicked that woman out of the house. What are you waiting for? Come home with me."

He shook his head, eyes full of concern. "What the hell happened to you? It's only been three years, and you've let yourself fall apart like this?"

Rachel's eyes welled up as she looked up at him. Yeah, three whole years.

When she left home, part of the reason was because Bryant Sarratt had insisted on marrying some famous actress, and that pretty much shattered her heart.

But what they didn't know was that the real reason was that from the moment she first saw George, she had fallen for him, who seemed eternally aloof and cold.

"Alright, enough of this, Rachel. Don't talk about it now. I am getting old, and your father's always been unreliable. Your brothers are all off track, and the Sarrattop Group needs you back to take charge.

"Everyone's waiting for you to come home. Rest up, and then come back with me."

Rachel blinked but remained silent.

Martin frowned when he saw her reaction. "What's this? You still don't want to come home?"

"It's not like that, Grandpa." Rachel lowered her head. "I still have some things I need to take care of. Once I'm done, I'll come back with you right away. Please, Grandpa, just give me a little more time."

Martin's expression softened. "Alright, that's fine. The Sarrattop Group is also planning to expand into Burenheim City, and I'll need to stay here for a while. You can handle things here for me, and then we'll head back to Arcadean City together."

Rachel didn't dare tell him that she still needed to undergo surgery.

Martin had always been the one who doted on her most, but she had been the source of his constant worry. If he knew that she had even gone as far as having a child for George, it would break his heart.

"Oh, by the way, what time is it?" Rachel asked.

It was only then that Rachel remembered to check the time. When she saw it was already eight o'clock, she quickly sat up. "I still have something to take care of. Grandpa, could Joey give me a ride?"

*****

Scenes were unfolding at Blossom Villa.

"Sir, everything's almost packed up. Ms. Nunez will be able to move in soon." The servants had already moved all of Rachel's belongings out.

George stood, looking at the now unfamiliar room, his mind wandering back to the days when Rachel would always wait for him by the door after work.

Outside, the sound of a car braking smoothly echoed. A black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the house. It was a limited edition.

The servants at the door were puzzled, wondering who could be arriving, when suddenly the car door opened, and to their surprise, the woman stepping out was none other than Rachel.

George's eyes flashed with surprise.

Rachel was dressed in a gray suit jacket, a short skirt, and her pale, almost translucent skin stood out even more against the sleek black luxury car. She looked striking, undeniably noticeable.

Thick brows, red lips—she was nothing like the fragile, plain woman she had once been. She walked down the stairs with striking confidence, though her face was shockingly pale.

George thought, 'Is it because of the divorce?' His mind, which had been racing just moments before, now felt strangely calm.

He glanced at her and asked, his tone flat, "You sick or something?"

Rachel looked up at the tall figure of George. He still wore the black suit she had chosen for him, and the pin on his chest was a gift she had bought.

The thought of him wearing this outfit while embracing and kissing Callie made her feel sick to her stomach.

She gave a bitter smile and sneered, "Are you actually concerned about me?" She thought, 'This is almost unheard of.'

George's gaze flickered, but his expression remained cold. "If you're going to die, at least wait until after the divorce. I don't want to be blamed for 'killing' my wife. That'd be hard to explain."

Rachel thought, 'I know it all along.' Rachel showed no sign of being affected as she replied coolly, "Don't worry. I won't die before I sign. And I wouldn't want to die with the Fox family's name. That'd be bad luck."

George's hawk-like eyes grew colder, like ice had suddenly filled the air. He thought, 'She is talking back now. For the first time in three years, she is speaking to me like this.'

A cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. "You've really held back, haven't you? Three years and not a single glimpse of the real you."

"Yeah... it's been tough," Rachel murmured, her voice soft as she looked up at him. When she met his eyes again, all she showed was indifference. "My acting's not bad, is it?

"But I suppose that's only fitting. Seeing the proud look you always have on your face when you get out of bed... definitely Oscar-worthy. You're really something."

"You..." George's face darkened. He thought, 'What is she saying?' "What's this all about, Rachel?"

He thought, 'She has never been like this before. What has happened to her? How has she changed so completely overnight?'

"It doesn't matter how good my acting is, does it? Three years and I couldn't keep your heart. But the moment Callie sheds a few tears, you're there, running to kiss her dirty feet.

"So, I might as well skip the acting. I'm just here to grab the papers, get the signatures, and be done with it."

For the first time, George really saw her. He realized he had never truly understood who Rachel was, not in the three years they'd been married.

Rachel standing in front of him was nothing like the obedient, docile Rachel he had once known—the one who cooked dinner every night and greeted him with adoration when he came home.

"Why the rush to get divorced?" George asked, confused.

She thought, 'I am in a rush, alright.' The thought of wasting another minute with a man like him made Rachel feel sick to her stomach.

"Because I'm in a hurry," she said flatly, the disgust clear in her voice. "Three years wasted with you. It's just bad luck."

"Ah, so that's it. You're already in a rush to find someone else, huh? Hurry up and sign then, so you don't waste any more of my time.

"That's exactly it, isn't it? Good for you, Rachel. Talking about finding someone new... I'm guessing you've already got someone lined up, haven't you?" George's expression turned dark with anger.

Rachel remained calm, unfazed. "Just because you're dirty doesn't mean everyone is. I haven't gone to someone else's bed while still married. That's not something I'd do." With that, she turned and walked away without another word.

"George..." Callie called out.

As Rachel stepped outside, she was met with the sight of Callie standing there, holding an Hermes shopping bag, her makeup flawless and her face radiating smug satisfaction.

Chapter 3 Everything Changes

Beside her, Willa, who had ignored Rachel for the past three years, was now walking hand-in-hand with Callie, their bond so close it looked almost like mother and daughter.

Rachel paused for a second, then her eyes hardened with a colder edge.

Willa spat out her words like a rabid dog, her insults coming out in a nasty, laughable mess. "Rachel, you shameless bitch! You pushed me down before, and now you've got the nerve to show your face again?

"You married into the Fox family by riding George's coattails, but now Callie's back. She's got a better family, a better education, and hell, she's even more gorgeous than you.

"If I were you, I'd be too embarrassed to even show up, just fade away quietly. But no, here you are, still sticking around like you own the place."

Rachel smirked, her lips curling up as her eyes sparkled with a hint of mockery. "Don't worry about it. The Fox family has more than enough to offer Callie. I wouldn't touch any of it, especially not George."

Willa could barely believe what she was hearing. Rachel—quiet, shy Rachel—had always let people walk all over her. But today? Today, she was actually talking back.

"You don't want it? Who do you think you are? You're not even worth Callie's little finger! How dare you even bring her up?" Willa was so furious that she jabbed a finger at Rachel's face.

Rachel's gaze shifted to the side, where Callie was clinging to George's back like a delicate little bird.

Rachel had originally planned to just walk away and avoid any more drama with this family, but at that moment, something inside her snapped. She decided to stay and speak her mind.

"You all worship Callie, but everything she's holding right now? It's all stuff I've already used.

"You're so eager to praise her, but these things—these are my personal belongings, bought with my marital assets. Since you're so determined, don't think you're getting them when I leave."

Callie thought, 'What?' She immediately looked down at the Hermes bag in her hand. It was something she had taken from Rachel's closet.

Since it was a limited edition, it wasn't available anywhere else, and she had just grabbed it without thinking.

Willa's face turned ashen, but then she exploded, "So this is what this is all about? I thought you were so impressive. All this talk, just to get a bag?

"These things were bought for you by the Fox family. How poor must you be to fight over a bag after the divorce?"

Willa wasn't even George's real mother. Before marrying into the Fox family, she had been nothing more than a loud, foul-mouthed woman. Rachel had long grown used to her insults.

"Don't worry," Rachel said coldly, her voice sharp. "I'm not like Callie, who's happy with second-hand stuff. If someone else uses something I've used, I find it disgusting. So..."

Her eyes subtly shifted to George, her meaning clear. "It's not just the bag. Everything I've ever used—I'm taking it with me. And if I can't take it, I'll destroy it—burn it all. I'm not leaving you a single thing."

"You..." George's face darkened visibly, his expression turning stormy with anger.

"Rachel!" Callie couldn't hold back anymore, almost yelling, "Are you saying George's second-hand goods?"

Rachel simply smiled, her eyes filled with amusement, and shook her head. "What's wrong, Ms. Nunez? Are you really that naive? Do you honestly think I've been married to George for three years, just lying in bed with him, doing nothing but sleeping?"

Suddenly, Rachel stepped forward, leaning close to Callie's ear with a mocking smile. "I should thank you, really. Your timing is perfect.

"I'm getting bored with this game and was just looking for someone to take over. And here you are, delivering yourself to me on a silver platter."

Callie's face twisted in anger. She thought, 'If George hadn't been here, I would've stormed over and ripped that smug smile off Rachel's face.'

Without hesitation, Rachel snatched the Hermes bag right out of Callie's hands.

"You—Rachel! How dare you steal from the Fox family, right in front of us? Someone, get her!" Willa, completely ignoring the situation, rushed forward and tried to tear into Rachel.

But—she didn't stand a chance. Rachel easily seized her hands, freezing her in place. Willa struggled, but she couldn't move, her eyes burning with fury as she glared at Rachel.

Rachel thought, 'What a joke.' She had been trained in horseback riding and archery from a young age, excelling in physically demanding sports. Willa was just a lazy woman who couldn't hold a candle to her.

"Willa!" Callie cried out weakly. "What are you doing? Is this how you treat your elders?"

Rachel remained calm and unbothered, her voice icy. "George, keep an eye on your mistress. A woman who hasn't even stepped into your home yet dares to interfere in other people's marital affairs?"

"You—" Callie's voice shook with anger, her face turning pale.

"George!" Callie bit her lip, looking up at him with teary eyes, almost on the verge of breaking down.

"That's right," Rachel replied, her tone cold. "Let's not forget, I'm still married to George. If she's not a mistress, then what is she?

"Keep blocking me like this, and I might just change my mind about the divorce. If I do, Ms. Nunez here will be stuck playing the mistress for the rest of her life."

Callie froze, her chest heaving with rage.

Willa, trembling with fury, shouted, "How dare you! Are you all dead? Someone, get this shameless woman out of here!"

The servants, who had never seen such a spectacle, were frozen in shock. They hesitated, unsure of what to do, until Rachel's voice cut through the silence.

"Everyone, get in here. Take my bags and clothes and bring them out. Let's see who dares to stop me," Rachel said.

Without warning, several bodyguards in black suits appeared, exuding an aura of authority. They quickly pushed past Willa and stormed into the house.

George felt a jolt in his chest.

Callie and Willa were both stunned. They had noticed the Rolls-Royce parked outside earlier and wondered if it belonged to Rachel.

But they thought, 'That is impossible!' Rachel had once been nothing more than a poor, wild girl that George had picked up off the streets.

She had nothing—if it weren't for George needing a wife for appearances, she would never have stepped foot in the Fox family.

The bodyguards swiftly and efficiently carried out Rachel's bags and clothes. Callie could only watch in shock as they unloaded luxury bags worth millions of dollars. It felt like a dagger to her heart.

Then, without missing a beat, Rachel pulled out a lighter, flicked it open, and tossed it onto the clothes. The fire instantly caught, and in seconds, everything was consumed in flames—reduced to ashes.

Chapter 4 The Child

"Rachel, how dare you!" Willa cried out in anguish.

Rachel simply snorted coldly. "It's my stuff. What's there to be afraid of?

"For all these years, everything I've eaten, drunk, or used—I've never taken a single thing from the Fox family! The only thing George ever gave me was the title of 'Mrs. Fox.' After today, I'm giving that title back to you!"

"Rachel!" George's anger finally erupted. He thought, 'What did she mean by 'giving back'?'

But Rachel, with an air of indifference, walked away, not sparing him a single glance. It was as if, in her eyes, he no longer existed.

George thought, 'Have I really underestimated this woman all these years, or has she been playing me all along?' It was only now, in this moment, that he realized he might never have truly known Rachel. She seemed like an entirely different person.

Callie watched as the luxury car, a limited edition, roared to life and drove off. Passersby were immediately drawn to the car, their eyes wide with envy, admiring the wealth it represented.

But Callie was confused, wondering, 'How can someone like Rachel—an orphan with no background—afford a car like that?'

Her eyes narrowed, and she lifted her head, her voice laced with bitterness. "How could Rachel afford all of this?"

George's chest tightened as his mind was still clouded with thoughts of Rachel.

Callie grew even more agitated. "George, are you even listening to me?"

"You said something?" George finally snapped back to reality.

"Rachel must have planned all of this to humiliate me. She must be so in love with you that she can't stand it," Callie said, her voice dripping with resentment.

George thought, 'Planned a scene?' His eyes flickered slightly, his curiosity piqued.

"We're getting a divorce soon, so just stay away from her," George said.

Callie's eyes were shining with a mix of hope and anxiety as she stared at George. The way he had looked at Rachel earlier stirred an unfamiliar, unsettling feeling in her chest.

Back then, she had taken the money from Sigmund Fox and promised to leave George. But when she returned, she found out that George had gone from being the son of the Fox family, with no inheritance rights, to becoming the family's top heir.

That was when she truly regretted her decision. After all, the money couldn't compare to the status of being the Fox family's heir.

But at that time, he had married Rachel, an orphan. It wasn't until she saw how Rachel resembled her that she allowed herself to believe that George might still have feelings for her.

Yet, Rachel was the obstacle standing in her way of becoming the true Mrs. Fox. She needed to get closer to George, to show everyone that she was the only one who deserved to be Mrs. Fox.

With this in mind, Callie suddenly asked, "George, I heard that the head of Sarrattop Group has come to Burenheim City to expand the market. Are you going to attend their banquet? I... I was wondering if I could come with you?"

George pinched the bridge of his nose, lost in thought. 'This is an event that Rachel should attend with me. But now...'

"You'll need a companion at an event like that, won't you?" Callie pressed, her voice hopeful.

Her words caused George to frown. After a long pause, he finally nodded. "Alright. Get ready."

Callie finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, 'After all, George still loves me.'

Not long after Rachel left the Fox family with her documents, she received a call from Martin.

"Rachel, hurry up and get everything sorted! I've got a big surprise waiting for you at the banquet," Martin said.

"Okay, I'll come back once I'm done," Rachel said, trying to reassure him.

Thankfully, when she married George, they had kept their relationship private. Aside from the Fox family, no one knew about it, so now that she was divorcing him, it made things a lot simpler.

Soon, they arrived at the city hall. But just as Rachel stepped out of the car, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her stomach.

"Miss, are you alright?" the driver asked.

Rachel collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

When she regained consciousness, she could hear a doctor's voice saying, "We need to do a thorough examination. The patient's condition seems unusual."

Rachel slowly opened her eyes, still dazed. Then she realized, 'Am I not supposed to be at the city hall? How have I ended up here?'

"Doctor, what happened to me?" Rachel asked, looking around. She was in a VIP hospital room, still disoriented.

"Ms. Sarratt, you arrived with a fever. After an examination, we found out that you're pregnant," the doctor said cautiously.

Rachel was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and replied, "I've been pregnant before, but I miscarried yesterday after someone pushed me."

"What?" The doctor sounded even more shocked. "But according to our tests, the embryo is still there."

Rachel's eyes widened as she snatched the report from the doctor's hand. It confirmed that she was two months pregnant, and the embryo and heartbeat were still present. She wondered, 'What is going on?'

"It's possible that you were just showing signs of a miscarriage, but not a full one. The embryo is unstable right now, so you need to take precautions to protect it," the doctor continued.

Rachel was left feeling confused and lost. She was about to get a divorce, but now she found out she was still carrying George's child. The news threw her completely off balance. She wondered, 'How could this happen?'

"Ms. Sarratt... Mr. Sarratt is asking why you haven't arrived at the banquet yet," Joey Wright called from the door.

She thought, 'What should I do about the baby?' The thought of facing Martin made her uneasy. She decided it would be best not to tell him for now.

"Alright, I'll be there soon," she responded.

The Sarrattop Group's banquet in Burenheim City had already caused a stir.

That night, Callie was filled with excitement—it was her first time attending such an important event with George.

She linked her arm with his, glancing at his pale face, and tried to comfort him. "George, don't worry. Once we secure the Sarrattop Group deal, your grandfather will help you get the divorce."

George remained expressionless as he walked into the banquet with Callie. His jet-black hair, untamed and rebellious, contrasted with his sharp, tailored suit.

His presence was commanding—arrogant, confident, cold, and domineering—like an untouchable ruler, every inch of him exuding power and beauty.

The crowd couldn't help but marvel. George had actually shown up at the banquet, and everyone was buzzing with curiosity about Callie at his side.

They thought, 'George has never brought a female companion to an event before—could this woman be the future Mrs. Fox?'

Admiration, surprise, and envy filled the room, and Callie's vanity swelled with satisfaction. She'd known it all along—George's status had changed. He was no longer the same man before.

But just then, a sharp gasp rang out from the entrance of the hall. The crowd turned to see the source of the noise.

A breathtaking beauty in a red gown walked gracefully into the glittering banquet hall.

Chapter 5 Ms. Sarratt

The red gown clung to Rachel's curves, highlighting her flawless figure. The fabric made her already pale skin seem to glow, and as she walked into the room with graceful confidence, the dazzling lights around her appeared to dim.

In an instant, all eyes were drawn to her.

Callie couldn't believe her eyes. She thought, 'How the hell did this woman just waltz into a banquet that's got the whole damn city of Burenheim talking?'

And to make things worse, the second Rachel walked in, all the attention that had been on Callie just vanished.

She quickly glanced at George beside her. As expected, his usual composed demeanor stiffened as he saw Rachel enter.

George's face darkened, his eyes cold and piercing, as if encased in ice. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Rachel.

Rachel's eyes naturally locked onto George across the room. Wherever George went, he was the center of attention. No one could ignore him.

Standing beside him, Callie, radiant and impeccably dressed, watched in stunned silence. She couldn't believe what was happening.

Rachel couldn't help but find it laughable. She had been married to George for three years, and he had never once taken her out in public.

Yet, after just a few months, Callie was back, and George couldn't wait to flaunt their relationship, practically begging everyone to envy them.

Rachel sneered inwardly, her gaze flicking over Callie's slightly swollen belly. 'So, she's carrying his child too.'

"Who is she? Wow, she's wearing Macester's haute couture. There's only one of those in the world!"

"How come I've never heard of such a stunning young lady in Burenheim City?"

The room buzzed with whispers of admiration. But Rachel paid no attention to any of it.

On the other hand, Callie couldn't take it any longer. "George, is Rachel here to cause trouble? She must not want the divorce, and now she's making a scene. This is Sarrattop Group's event, and if things go south, it could jeopardize your business deal..."

George's expression flickered. He thought, 'Is she here to make trouble?' If this had been the old Rachel, he would've been certain she would never cause a scene.

But after today... Rachel standing before him seemed like someone completely different. He wasn't so sure anymore.

"Rachel, who gave you permission to come here?" George stepped toward her, grabbing her wrist.

But Rachel was too quick. She jerked her arm away, her face twisted in disgust.

George's hand grasped nothing but air, and a cold weight settled in his chest as he noticed the repulsion in her eyes. He thought, 'Could it be? Rachel... actually despises me?'

"Mr. Fox, there are so many people watching. If you have something to say, just say it. No need to get physical." Rachel's voice was calm and composed.

Only then did George notice the shocked stares from the people around them.

Callie's anger flared. She thought, 'Why are they looking at them like that? It is as if she and George were the ones with a story, and I am just some outsider. This isn't how things are supposed to go.'

She had wanted to make George despise Rachel, to push her away—but now the tables had turned.

Callie couldn't hold back anymore and walked over. "Rachel, Sarrattop Group is one of the top groups in Arcadean City. If you make a scene here and offend them, even Sigmund won't be able to protect you."

Rachel thought, 'Should I be grateful to Callie? After all, she really thinks highly of Sarrattop Group.'

"Make a scene? Don't worry. I'm not interested in going back to the past, especially with something that's already been chewed up. I'm here to attend the banquet, and it has nothing to do with you," Rachel said.

George's expression darkened even further.

Callie didn't buy it. "Rachel, I know you're still holding on to your feelings for George. But you're about to lose everything—why keep making trouble?

"If you're really not ready to give up, I can offer you some compensation. I'm already carrying George's child, so for the sake of the baby, please give him a chance to be a father..."

Rachel's disgust was almost palpable. "Enough. George promised me 100 million dollars in compensation, and I still haven't seen a cent. Don't waste your time trying to sweet-talk me.

"If you want to help, tell him to hurry up and transfer the money. Otherwise, I'll start wondering if he's just dragging things out on purpose because he doesn't want a divorce."

"Who's dragging things out?" George's anger flared at his name being mentioned. "If you're not here to make trouble, then get out of this banquet right now! Leave, and I'll transfer the money to you immediately." He pointed toward the entrance of the hall.

The onlookers were still watching, intrigued. While George was used to being the center of attention, this was different. The looks he was getting now were more like gossiping stares. He rubbed his temples, the anger simmering in his chest.

"What? I came to attend Sarrattop Group's banquet. Why should I listen to you? Just because you say I should leave, does that mean I have to? This is Sarrattop Group's event, not the Fox family's, Mr. Fox!" Rachel said.

Rachel was speechless, thinking, 'How is it fair for me to be kicked out of a banquet that's supposed to be mine?'

Callie was almost certain now—Rachel was here to cling to George.

"Rachel... please, don't do this. I'm begging you. If you keep this up, you'll ruin everything for George. I'll even beg if that's what it takes for you to leave..." Callie faked a pleading expression, grabbing Rachel's arm.

George was seething. He yanked Callie back. "No need to beg her."

"But today's deal is really important to you, George. I don't mind..." Callie said.

Rachel almost laughed. "Beg if you want, but who are you acting for?"

Without warning, Rachel kicked Callie's leg. With a loud thud, Callie actually collapsed on the spot.

The surrounding crowd gasped, their eyes wide with shock.

"Rachel!" George's eyes turned icy, his fury unmistakable.

"She asked for it. I've never heard of someone wanting to beg like this," Rachel said, shrugging innocently.

Tears instantly welled up in Callie's eyes. "It's fine... as long as Rachel stops making a scene, I'll do whatever it takes..."

"Ms. Sarratt." Just then, a clear voice rang out from behind them. Herb Rowse, the assistant to the chairman of Sarrattop Group, stepped forward.

Everyone was stunned, thinking, 'Herb called her Ms. Sarratt?'