Chapter 2
At first, Calvert couldn't help thinking Gina was just naive and clueless, like she'd never had a rough day in her life.
But after a few days, he suddenly grinned and said, "This girl's actually pretty interesting."
I asked Calvert's secretary what had happened.
She told me Gina, feeling wronged after cleaning the toilets at Gildon Group, went and dumped toilet water all over Calvert's Maybach. Calvert caught her red-handed.
Calvert told her to clean the car, and she actually scrubbed it with steel wool, leaving the Maybach looking like it had been through a war.
Calvert insisted she compensate it, and Gina was sobbing her heart out right when Norris happened to stroll by.
Norris teased, "Spend a month with me, and I'll cover your debt."
Gina snapped, rage burning in her eyes. "So what if you're loaded? Does that give you the right to walk all over people's dignity? Is being born lucky all you guys are even good for?"
That line lit a fire in Norris. Suddenly, he wanted to win her at all costs.
Norris pulled out all the stops, chasing after Gina for a whole month, but she never gave in.
For the first time, Calvert looked at Gina with real admiration.
Whenever he mentioned her, he'd smile softly and say, "That girl's something else."
One day, I walked in and saw Calvert and Gina locked in a passionate kiss in the office.
That was the first time I ever brought up divorce.
Calvert frowned, and for the first time, I saw real impatience in his eyes.
"Alanna, you're the only one I love. She's just a fling," he said.
He sent a warning to every law firm in town. If anyone dared to take my divorce case, he'd make sure they lost everything.
The college girl, Gina, who once swore she'd never be a man's caged canary, ended up as Calvert's mistress.
Calvert's friends never missed a chance to rib him about it.
At first, Calvert showered Gina with jewelry, designer shoes, and luxury handbags.
Then he started gifting her mansions and luxury cars.
Finally, at the auctions, he drove the price up just to make a statement for her, while I watched helplessly as my mother's keepsakes were taken away.
Calvert just scoffed, "Why are you being so petty? Can't you even tolerate a harmless girl?"
He told me over and over, "You'll always be Mrs. Gildon. That girl's sensible. She's never tried to step into your place.
"Don't use those calculating thoughts to judge her. She's not low like that..."
Three days ago, Gina called me out for a showdown.
Without a word, she grabbed a wine bottle and cracked it against my head, leaving me bleeding.
It was like she'd timed everything perfectly for Calvert to walk in. She threw herself down three steps right on cue.
Calvert walked in, saw the whole mess, and landed a hard slap across my face without asking for the truth.
"How could you be so cruel?" he shouted.
I tried to steady myself through the pounding in my head and said, "I didn't do anything. If you don't believe me, just check the security footage."
Calvert just sneered.
He said, "She's way too proud to ever be with me just because I am rich. Do you really think she'd stoop so low as to frame you?
"Alanna, don't drag your dirty tricks into this and ruin Gina's good name."
I heard Gina's ankle was completely crushed. She'd never dance another step in her life.
So Calvert decided to make me pay for it.
When the auction ended, Calvert took Gina and walked off, leaving me with the bodyguards.
As he was leaving, he suddenly paused, turned around, and tossed out, "Tomorrow's our sixth wedding anniversary. I'll be home for you."
I thought, 'What a huge favor. Should I be getting down on my knees in gratitude?'
Just last Christmas, he was cuddling me, making plans for how we'd celebrate our sixth anniversary. It was hard to believe that everything between us had fallen apart in just a few months.
The next day, the housekeeper whipped up a feast for dinner.
But by nine o'clock, he still hadn't come home.
I was so hungry I could barely think straight.
Just as I reached for my fork, the housekeeper swooped in and snatched them right out of my hand.
"Mrs. Gildon, please just hold on a little longer. Mr. Gildon really cares about his pride. You've got to show him how much you respect and value him," she urged softly.
The housekeeper was well aware of Gina's situation. Her fretting was really for me, afraid I'd lose Calvert if I let my pride get in the way.
I just forced a smile and kept quiet.
At ten o'clock, Calvert finally walked in.
He paused for a second when he saw the untouched feast on the table.
But it was just a moment. Then, he brushed it off like it was nothing.
He sent the housekeeper away and handed me a document.
He said, "Sign the divorce papers.
"Don't worry, it's just something to put Gina at ease. We are not actually going through with it."
I took the papers and started reading them over, line by line.
Calvert was getting visibly impatient.
"I'm not really going to leave you with nothing..." he said, his tone a little annoyed.