Oops, I’ve Been Exposed
Chapter 3 by Lorelei Thunder

The fact that Pamela was going to accept Kurt was such an irony.

The next moment, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up beside them, and an attractive figure came out of the car. Her features were well-defined and alluring, and her branded professional attire showed off her shapely figure. The most eye-catching of all was her long, slender legs.

The regal presence that she gave off was breathtaking. The four years that had passed left no trace of time on her face. Instead, it only added the matureness of a successful woman to her.

“Pam …”

Woody broke out in a smile and approached her.

Pamela reflexively backed up. Her gaze flickered. “Sorry for being late. I had some business to take care of. Ms. Warren, have things been taken care of?”

She looked distant and unwelcoming.

Miriam looked flustered as she hurriedly went over to Pamela with the umbrella. “I’m working on it … Right, Ms. York, don’t you have a date with Mr. Donnel? Why are you here?”

“This won’t take up too much time. I’ll go for the date once we’ve settled things here.”

It was only then that Pamela fixed her gaze on Woody, who had become soaking wet. A complex look flashed in her eyes before being replaced by the usual coldness. “How have you been, Woody?

“You know me, I don’t beat around the bush, so I’ll just cut to the chase. The York family shall always remember what you have done for us. As for what we had in the past, I’ll cherish it as a beautiful memory.

“However, we’re not going to be a good match going forward.”

She spoke as though the person standing in front of her wasn’t her husband but someone she was negotiating business with. She sounded absolutely callous.

“So, let’s get a divorce!”

This wasn’t a discussion. It wasn’t even a notice. It was an order.

“You didn’t seem to think that we wouldn’t make a good match back when we were dating, nor did you think so when we just got married. You also never thought we wouldn’t make a good match back when your entire family begged me to shoulder the blame for your brother, did you?”

Woody clenched his fists. He didn’t even feel his nails digging into the flesh of his palm. “And now, you’re telling me we won’t make a good match?”

Pamela seemed to struggle internally for a brief moment before her rationality quickly took over. “Things have changed. There’s no point saying this now.”

Woody held her frosty gaze. “Are riches, power, and status really that important? That you’d give everything you have and forget all else for them?”

“Yes! They are important to me! You will never understand what is on my mind! You will never be able to give me what I want. And I will never appreciate what you value!”

The disappointment on Pamela’s face was unmistakable. Such was the difference between people of different social standing. They were meant to go separate ways, and that only strengthened her resolve to get a divorce.

Woody gave a self-deprecating smile. “So you choose Kurt Donnel.”

Pamela was about to deny that, but somehow, she ended up saying, “If that’s how you want to put it, then sure.

“Let me go! I know that you just got released, and this will be hard for you to accept. Just name what you want. A house, a car, money, anything. I’ll try my best to satisfy what you need.”

Woody couldn’t even begin to explain what he felt. In the cold depths of autumn, even the bone-chilling rain wasn’t a fraction as chilly as what he felt in his heart.

He picked up the pen and left his signature on the divorce papers before declaring resolutely, “Take all that you want. I need nothing. From this moment on, we’re square, and we’ve got nothing to do with each other anymore.”