Chapter 2 Alice Gave Her A Hard Time

“Yes, give me one minute.”

Rachel couldn't find any women's clothes in the closet. It contained only men's shirts and black suits. From the layout and size of the room, this is clearly the master bedroom. Sure enough, the man had never thought of her as his wife.

She grabbed a shirt and a pair of suit pants and put them on. The pants were ridiculously large for her, dragging on the ground.

She hastily rolled up the bottom of the pants and opened the door. A tall man with a poker face stood there, holding a stack of papers in his hand.

"Ivan. The assistant." Rachel quickly searched her memories and retrieved the man's name.

Ivan Chavez handed her the documents and a pen. His voice was as imperceptible to any emotion as well as his expression, just like a robot, "Mr. Sullivan asked me to bring you the divorce papers. After you have signed it, you may leave the house. I’ll walk you out."

Rachel glanced at the documents, recalling what the butler had said earlier. Today was the second wedding anniversary of Victor and Rachel, and also the last day of their two-year of arranged marriage.

The divorce agreement even cooked up in less than an hour? Victor must really hate Rachel.

She took the agreement and started turning pages, signing "Rachel Bennet" neatly wherever it was necessary. She took it no more than 30 seconds, without any hesitation at all.

"There you go," Rachel said, as she returned the papers to Ivan and clicked the pen.

Ivan looked at her in astonishment, eyebrows raised. He didn't expect it would be so easy. When Victor asked him to bring over the agreement, he also specifically instructed that if Rachel did not want to, then Ivan must force her to sign it by whatever means of coercion.

"Don't you read the conditions first?" Ivan said, yet not reaching out to take the papers.

Rachel raised her eyebrows and replied flatly, "No."

"Aren't you curious about what you are getting out of this divorce?" Ivan was frowning now, he felt more and more confused.

Rachel raised up to look at him from hitching up her too loosen pants. She flashed Ivan a smile. "There is no need to read it. I knew that there were two consequences he wants to see. One is that I am in a world of debt and go bankrupt soon; and the other is that I have to leave this marriage without a penny. I am sure Victor had already put together a team of exceptional lawyers. That’s not difficult for him."

Ivan's eyes darkened. He took the divorce papers and said, "Mr. Sullivan just wants you to leave as soon as possible without getting any of his assets."

"Well, make sure you thank him on my behalf." Rachel really didn't give a shit about it at all. It was old Rachel that loved Victor, not her.

The horror of what had happened still made her feel horrible. The first thing she saw when she returned to life was being abused in bed by a rough pervert and she almost died. Even if he hadn't asked for a divorce, there was no way she could stand to stay under the same roof with such a terrorist.

Rachel is a person who has life for the second time, she will cherish this life even more, of course she will leave this kind of scumbag man as far as she could.

Ivan's eyes fell on Rachel's neck.

"Would you need I call for a doctor for you?"

With a strong and hard chokehold like that, she didn’t have to check to know how red and swollen her neck would be right this moment.

"No, thanks. I'm fine. " she replied, shrugging.

"Then I’ll help pack your things." Ivan's tone was back to normal: cold and businesslike.

She nodded and left Victor's bedroom barefoot. She had a long way to go to reach her own bedroom. Victor hated Rachel so much that he didn't even want to bump into her in the corridor, so her room was all the way to the other side of the huge house.

It took her nearly two minutes to get there.

Her bedroom had originally been a storage room, when Rachel moved in, it became her bedroom. She pushed the door open and walked through the narrow doorway nimbly.

The room was really small. It only contained a bed and a dressing table, the furniture was so close together that there was no room to walk around properly.

Rachel didn't have much luggage and belongings. Except for her cosmetics strewn all over the dressing table and a few clothes, she didn't have much else. She changed into her own clothes and stuffed the rest of her things into a suitcase.

"Okay, that’s all. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Ivan! See you...better never again!" She waved to Ivan without turning around as she dragged her suitcase to leave the hall.

"Hey, my dear sister, where are you going?" Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open behind Rachel, and a sharp female voice stopped her. A woman in a business suit came out. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor, the sound crisp and curt, matching her delicate pretending voice perfectly.

Rachel stopped and turned to look at the woman approaching her.

She’s Alice, Rachel’s half-sister, a veritable two-faced bitch.