A Divorce After My Rebirth

Chapter 10 Throwing Mud Back

“I told Cedric I wanted a divorce yesterday! So, from now on, I have no connection to the Johnson

family’s company, even if it goes bankrupt,” Natalie responded as she stroked the piglet, calmly facing the scolding on the other end of the phone.

Rebecca, who had been berating her on the phone, was taken aback by Natalie’s words. Then, the older

woman screeched, “What did you say?”

“I want a divorce from him.”

The air grew quiet.

Rebecca had always asserted her dominance as Natalie’s mother–in–law, and she couldn’t grasp the

sudden change in Natalie.

Earlier, she had told Natalie to drop by the Johnson Manor, but the younger woman had brushed her off!

And now, she dared to speak this way?!

Natalie had completely dropped all pretenses with the Johnson family now. In the morning, it was

Christina, and now it was Rebecca.

She felt extremely satisfied inside.

For three years, she had been nothing in this family.

Even when she was pregnant, they had manipulated her without mercy.

There was a saying that the mother was just as precious as the child in her womb. That concept didn’t exist in the Johnson family.

They were so cold that it was repulsive.

“What gives you the right to ask for a divorce? Natalie, don’t you see…”

Rebecca completely lost her composure and started to curse, but Natalie had lost interest and simply hung up the call.

Compared to her previous meekness, this change was like night and day. She used to be polite to the people of the Johnson family,

But now, she was anything but polite.

As expected, the public opinion was stirred up.

The police also came knocking, and with them was Cedric.

Seeing Cedric, Natalie’s heart turned cold. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He spoke to the police about something, and the police nodded before approaching her.

“We need your assistance in investigating Ms. Morgan’s kidnapping,” the man spoke calmly.

Natalie looked at Cedric. Her eyes were calm, yet more piercing than any sharp questioning.

The man turned his head slightly, his profile tense.

He said, “Nat, I hope this has nothing to do with you.”

Natalie sneered.

He hoped she had nothing to do with it, but he didn’t believe it had nothing to do with her.

“Ten years.”

“What?”

“Cedric, in our ten years together, we don’t even have basic trust.”

What kind of existence had they had in those ten years?

They both knew each other inside out, but now Natalie couldn’t see through Cedric, and Cedric no longer trusted her.

Without looking at the man, she walked directly toward the police car.

“Nat,” came the man’s somewhat unsteady voice from behind.

Natalie paused, not turning around.

The man approached with heavy steps. Her back pressed up against his chest as he leaned down, his warm breath by her ear.

Perhaps he was worried that this incident had nothing to do with her and might hurt her feelings, so he tried to console her in advance. “It’s just a routine questioning; just tell them the truth.”

Natalie pushed his hand away and got into the police car without looking back.

Routine questioning? That was an understatement! If they hadn’t suspected her of something, why would the police come to her door just because she had seen Isabella today?

At the police station, the records piled up.

They called it routine questioning, but it felt like a relentless interrogation to Natalie.

Questions were repeated over and over as if they were trying to find a loophole.

“For the past six months, there have been constant rumors about Mr. Johnson and his assistant, Ms.

Morgan. What’s your opinion on this matter?” 1

Natalie replied, “Yesterday, I filed for divorce from Mr. Johnson. We’re parting ways amicably.”

She didn’t care much, and they were going their separate ways without conflict.

She was very clever.

No matter how often they asked or what approach they used, her responses were logical and consistent.

The police continued, “Has Ms. Morgan shown any disrespect towards you? For example, maybe in private?”

Natalie replied, “The only time I met her was this morning. But we didn’t converse at all the entire time.”

Just as they were about to ask the next question, Natalie pondered for a moment and said, “But there’s something I find strange.”

“What is it?”

“My husband’s sister, Christina Johnson. She’s the adopted daughter of the Johnson family. She used to obstruct us in every way before I married my husband. At first, I didn’t know what was going on, but later, I discovered she had been secretly in love with my husband.”

“What does that have to do with this?” the female officer asked while recording.

Natalie paused for a moment and then said, “When I saw Ms. Morgan this morning, she was with Christina!”

The police officer taking notes couldn’t believe her ears. She looked up abruptly at Natalie after the latter’s statement.

Natalie met her gaze calmly and didn’t flinch from the sharp look in the police officer’s eyes.