She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 323: Breakup "Ouch!" Jerry, who had fainted from dizziness, woke up in pain and clutched his stomach as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

Where was he? His mind took a moment to clear, and he remembered that he was in a private room on the second floor of the Vintage Club. Cheyenne had encouraged him to confess his feelings to Nora. She even suggested that Nora was waiting for him and urged him to be bold.

But then he had entered the room, Nora had started undressing him, and he had resisted...

And then? What happened next? Oh no! He had a nosebleed and passed out! Jerry was so embarrassed. How could he faint at such a crucial moment? Nora must think he was "inept" now. What a colossal blunder.

Just as he was thinking of Nora, he heard a chilling and sinister voice.

Jerry lifted his head to see a scene that made him want to pinch himself on the thigh to stay awake.

The woman he liked had her upper body exposed. The bedsheet barely covered her from the chest down, and her posture suggested that she was protecting her face.

The bedsheets slipped, revealing a breathtaking view, half concealed and half revealed, of her pristine, fair skin adorned with blue and purple handprints. Her face, which was normally rosy and vibrant, displayed the signs of an intimacy.

Standing by the bed, a man wearing only a white shirt and boxer shorts stood with his hairy legs like pillars before Jerry.

Undoubtedly, it was this man who had slept with Nora last night.

Jerry's heart ached so much he couldn't breathe. He was also filled with embarrassment.

Did Nora find another man to spend the night with because he had passed out? Even if that was the case, she should have at least moved him outside before...

Having sexual intercourse in front of him, even though he was unconscious and couldn't see or hear, was a severe blow to Jerry.

Was his presence of no significance to them? It had to be said, Jerry faced the harsh reality. Once they becpassionate, their eyes were only filled with primal desire. They didn't even consider the possibility that he might wake up and make the situation awkward.

His presence was at best just a prop! Jane clearly saw the man sitting on the ground in a daze, especially with his face covered in acne and bright red hair. She couldn't help but sneer.

"I never thought you guys were this shameless! A threesome? Well done, Teagan. You shared a woman with such an ugly man. Aren't you disgusted?" Such an ugly man? Jerry heard Jane's derogatory comments about him and puffed up his chest, suddenly interrupting her angry tirade. "Hold on a second!" All three turned to look at him, and their gazes were like icy daggers. Jerry shrank back, coughing, "Uh... I'm not ugly." His voice becsmaller and smaller.

Teagan paid him no mind. He calmly put on his suit pants in front of them, fastened his belt, and tucked in his shirt, all with a certain level of charm. Jerry felt both infuriated and envious. Why was this man so composed in the face of such an embarrassing situation? Nora was more sober now, and when she saw Jerry's face, she felt nauseated. “Ugh...” She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. How could she have kissed and hugged this ugly and creepy man? Luckily, Jerry had been unconscious at the time, or she might have thrown up everything she had eaten.

Jerry couldn't help but wonder if Nora overreacted. He had hormonal acne on his face, and his habit of squeezing the pimples caused sacne scars and red marks on his skin. But did it make him look so disgusting that people wanted to vomit? At least Cheyenne had looked at him calmly when they met, and she had eye contact when talking to him, showing no signs of contempt.

At this moment, Jerry suddenly felt a deep sense of disappointment. He had been secretly in love with Nora for so many years, and now he realized that his love had been one-sided all along.

Jane had been unreasonable, and Jerry couldn't take it anymore. Teagan, now fully dressed, handed Nora her clothes and turned to Jane, grabbing her hand and dragging her out of the room. He scolded her coldly, "Enough, Jane. I can't stand your irrational behavior. Our engagement is over." As Teagan was defending her, Nora felt a warm rush of emotions. She was about to put on her clothes when she saw that Jerry was still sitting on the floor. She scowled and yelled at him, "How long are you going to sit there, you ugly toad? Get out!" She had appeared gentle and full of admiration and affection when facing Teagan, but Jerry saw a completely different side of her when Teagan was away. She looked arrogant, proud, impatient, and contemptuous. This must be the real her.

"A toad? So, I am just a toad in your eyes after everything I've done?" Jerry repeated these words with a bitter smile and used one hand to support himself, slowly getting up from the floor.

Nora lowered her gaze; she didn't even recognize this stranger. So why be polite to him? "Isn't it? Look at your face full of pimples, like sesseeds. Aren't you an ugly toad? With your looks, you're not even worthy to fetch my shoes." "Now get out!" Her cold and heartless words pierced Jerry's heart. He bit his lip, holding back tears, and staggered to turn around and leave. Just as he reached the door and was about to pull it open, he heard Nora's clear voice from behind.

"Wait a moment." Jerry's desolate mood suddenly cto life. A flicker of hope ignited within him, like a spark in a gasoline- soaked forest.

"W-what... What's the matter?" "If you dare to talk about tonight's events, I have ways to ruin you. Get lost!"

The fragile spark of hope was instantly extinguished by a torrential downpour of harsh reality. Nora had not intended to make an apology, but she had threatened him.

Jerry couldn't recall the emotions that carried him out through that door. As he passed Teagan and Jane, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head and see the man's face. How did he lose to this man?

It was only when he entered the elevator, and made sure no one would discover him that Jerry let out a couple of tears. The elevator descended to the first floor. When the doors opened, he was met with a white figure. Cheyenne stood there, holding a canned beer. Her deep eyes were fixed on him, her expression calm and tranquil.

"Do you want a drink?" she asked.

Jerry nodded vigorously, stepping out of the elevator to take the beer from her hand. He popped the top, tilted it back, and took a large swig. Finally, he burped.

He looked at Cheyenne with a forlorn expression and, after a long silence, managed to utter a few words.

"I've... just been through a breakup." In response, Cheyenne gave him a mischievous smile and reached out with her fair hand to pat his head, as if she were petting her own dog.

"Don't be silly. You've never even been in love." How could he experience a breakup when he had never truly been in love?