Jilted Ex-wife Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 18 Public Humiliation

Regina sat rigidly in the backseat of the Cadillac Escalade, trying to take up as little space is posiblenoveldrama

She knew she'd messed up at the party,

Micah was publicly humiliated by that woman all because of her.

Hopefully, he would be too busy plotting revenge to remember chastising her.

Elliott suddenly twisted around from the front seat. 'Mr Cavanaugh'

Micah followed the direction of the assistant's pointing finger, and saw the giant billboard outside the Paragon Shopping Mall,

Regina squealed when she recognised her own face.

On the screen, she was red-faced.

Her mouth flapped open and closed like that of a fish stranded on land.

The sound was muted.

She was talking to Darya, who watched her impassively.

Darya's reaction provoked Regina, who knocked the glass out of Darya's hand.

More talking.

Then Regina flashed a smug smile, and fell into the pool.

Darya never touched her.

The video clip was playing on a loop.

Pedestrians stopped to gawk and started taking pictures.

Drivers did the same, and there was soon a traffic jam.

Micah watched the footage silently.

He didn't need to take out his phone to know the video was already circulating online.

'Shall I get in touch with the mall management? Elliott asked, his phone in hand, ready to dial.

'Don't bother, Micah said coldly.

Even if the video disappeared from the billboard, it would still exist online.

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Besides, he knew who owned the shopping mall-Avery was throwing his full sveight behind Darya

'Drive,' Micah ordered the chauffeur.

The car slowly rolled forward.

'Micah' Regina reached out a trembling hand, hesitant to touch him. 'It's... The tape's edited. It wasn't like that

I didn't..."

She tried but failed to come up with a valid excuse.

Darya said the hotel was covered by cameras, but Regina never expected the woman would have the influence to get the party organiser to release the footage.

'Enough.' Micah didn't bother to listen to whatever excuse Regina was trying to concoct.

He'd let her get away with too much, for too long,

It had cost him his marriage, even though it was one he'd entered reluctantly.

He didn't look at her. 'Elliott, book the first available flight to Gallia, Oge-way ticket."

'Yes, boss.'

'Micah...' Regina was gripped by sudden panic. 'Why are you going to Gallia?'

It was a foreign city almost six thousand kilometres away from Hagen, practically halfway around the world.

Micah spared her a cool glance. 'I'm not. You are.'

Before Regina could beg, he added, 'You don't come back to Hagen until I say so.'

For the next fifteen minutes, Regina did all she could-she cried, pleaded, grovelled, threatened.

She was ready to get down on her knees if there weren't witnesses present. But Micah's mind was made up.

When the car slowed at another traffic light, Micah said to Elliott, 'Take her home. Wait for her to finish packing. Then drive her to the airport. Make sure she gets on that flight."

'Yes, boss.'

Micah exited the car.

Regina scrambled to undo her seatbelt in order to chase after him, but the chauffeur didn't give her the chance.

The Cadillac shot forward.

Micah stood on the sidewalk and took in a lungful of the cool night air, feeling his head clear.

Regina's weeping and sobbing and blubbering was giving him a headache.

The more she talked, the more she revealed.

Micah couldn't help but wonder-just how many of the 'misunderstandings' between him and Darya wer engineered by Regina?

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He strolled down the street, largely deserted by pedestrians, lost in thought.

An engine roared behind him.

Half a second later, a fiery red LaFerrari Aperta glided to a stop next to him.

Ryan grinned from the driver's seat. 'Yo, Mikey!'

The young scion of the Mendez family was a well-known hedonist, who made it

his life's mission to experience every pleasure known to man.

He was a wine connoisseur, a car collector, a nightclub regular, and changed girlfriends faster than most people changed bedsheets.

It remained a mystery why he became close friends with Micah Cavanaugh, a known workaholic.

Sometimes, Micah wondered the same thing.

Ryan removed his dark sunglasses-it was a minor miracle that he hadn't hit anyone during the drive, revealing a devilishly handsome face. 'Need a ride?'

Micah kept walking.

The Ferrari rolled forward, keeping pace with him.

'Just saw it on the news. You made thirty mil. In under an hour. At a party. Without doing anything. My old man is going to talk my ear off, asking me to learn from you.' Ryan clicked his tongue. 'Probably threaten to cut

me off again.'

He kept one hand casually on the wheel and the other on his lap. 'You don't look

like someone who's thirty million dollars richer. Why so glum, chum?'

Micah kept his eyes ahead. 'Don't you have a party to get to?'

'Just left one. It sucked. Big time.'

'Then go find another.'

Ryan straightened in his seat, took a closer look at his friend. 'Are you sulking?'

Micah said nothing.

'About what? You can't be mad about the money. Nobody's going to sulk over getting thirty million dollars handed to them on a plate.' Ryan speculated out loud.

'I saw the video. Is this about your ex-wife?'

Micah didn't reply, but the slight pause in his steps told Ryan everything he needed to know.

'Why?' Ryan was puzzled. 'She's past tense to you, isn't she? Why would you...? Oh, is it because she hooked up with another man so soon after the divorce?' Ryan reached for his phone, tapped on it, brought up texts sent by a friend. 'Her new boyfriend's name is Avery McAllister.'

Ryan whistled. 'She's caught herself a whale. Even I've heard of the McAllisters. They own practically everything in Hagen and beyond.'

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Micah picked up his pace.

Ryan nudged the car forward. 'Are you mad because she's found someone richer

than you?

Micah shot him a withering look.

Ryan grinned. 'According to my sources, Avery's taller than you, too. And some

would say, better-locking

Micah glanced around, saw no one, then gave his friend the finger.

Ryan's laughter could be heard from the other end of the street.