Then, at that moment, the tone in Megan's voice would then change. Her hands slowly dropped from her sides, her back straightened, and the sadness that once filled her eyes was no longer there.
She looked at Kelly eyeball to eyeball. Her face was calm, but her voice came out cold, steady, and full of something deep… something dangerous.
"You're going to pay for this, Kelly," she said softly, but her words landed like thunder in the hall. "This betrayal… this thing you and your entire family just did to me…"
She took a slow step closer.
"For making me waste five whole long years of my youthful age… for making me waste in prison… for placing the weight of your crime on my shoulders, and then turning around to reward me with shame and disrespect."
Her lips tightened. Her voice lowered, but it was sharp and full of heat.
"For giving me the title of an ex-convict… for staining my name… for acting like I was never a part of this family…"
She shook her head slowly, never breaking eye contact with Kelly.
"You're all going to suffer."
A soft gasp came from someone in the crowd, but Megan didn't even blink.
"I'll make sure that everything you people think you have now… every single thing… it's going to crumble under the dust."
Her voice grew even colder.
"That's how I'll give you my payback."
At that moment, hearing what Megan just said, Deborah and Jessica burst into loud, disrespectful laughter. They couldn't even hold it back. Deborah bent slightly, covering her mouth with her handkerchief while laughing like she just heard the joke of the century.
Jessica clapped her hands mockingly, laughing so hard her eyes started watering.
"Who does this fool think she's talking to?" Jessica said between her laughs. "Is she okay at all?"
Deborah raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "It seems she doesn't quite understand what kind of power and connection we have now."
She turned to Megan and spoke through a mocking smile.
"Well, she's just an ex-convict," Deborah said with her voice full of disgust. "So she doesn't know anything. That's not her fault. She's been in the dark for too long."
More guests chuckled quietly. But Megan didn't reply. Her face didn't change.
Without wasting any more time, Megan didn't say any more words. She then walk closer to the document. Her steps were slow but steady, and her hands didn't shake at all.
She picked up the pen, looked at the divorce paper, and signed it without blinking. One stroke. Another. Her signature was firm.
So, immediately, Megan was about to walk away when Kelly felt very confused.
He blinked fast and tilted his head.
"Wait," he said, stepping forward.
Then he asked, "Are you not missing something?"
He pointed at the cheque that was inside the document.
"That's your money. Since you've already signed the divorce paper… you can have it."
At that moment, Megan would then look back at the check. She didn't even bother to look at the amount again. Her fingers held it like it was trash, not something worth $100,000. She stretched out her arm and dropped it flat on Kelly's chest. The paper crumpled slightly, but she didn't care.
Her voice came out low and steady, but the anger in her eyes was loud and clear.
"I don't need your money, Kelly," she said.
Megan words made the entire room went silent again.
"Keep it. If you're feeling so generous, then take it and use it to take care of your new wife," she said coldly, nodding her head slightly in the direction of the bride.
She stepped back, not giving Kelly the chance to reply.
"I don't need your money, because you will be needing it more then I do soon," she repeated, firmer this time.
At that moment, without wasting anymore time Megan then turned around and just walked away calmly.
Her steps were slow but sure, and she didn't look back even once. Her dress moved gently behind her as she walked through the same doors she came in from. She didn't rush. She didn't cry. She didn't even shake.
The quietness in the hall remained. No one said a word.
But inside Kelly, a fire had started.
He stood frozen for a second, staring at the check in his hand like it was poison.
Immediately his jaw tightened. His fingers closed into a fist around the paper.
He was extremely angry. He never imagined that Megan would turn down the money.
Not Megan. Not the woman who once slept on a prison because of him. Not the woman he thought he had already broken.
He thought Megan would be so desperate… so broken by everything he had done to her… that even after the shame, the disrespect, the betrayal she would still take the money, and maybe even say thank you.
But the way she moved, the way she rejected it with no fear, no hesitation that cockiness, that calm boldness…Kelly had never seen this kind of version of Megan before.
He watched the door swing closed behind her and blinked, still in shock.
'Could it be that prison actually changed her or something?'
He asked himself silently. But he didn't want to admit it.
However, no matter what it was, he was just angry.
He hated that she rejected his money.
He hated the way she walked out strong, cold, and proud like she didn't lose anything.
He hated that she had the last word.
But, no. He thought she would accept it. He thought he had her figured out, but he was wrong.
At that moment, when Megan actually came out from the mansion, she was extremely angry.
Her steps were faster now. Her eyes burned, and her hands clenched at her sides. Her head was full of thoughts that stabbed like knives.
She couldn't believe that fool. She had wasted five years. Five precious years. All because of that fool.
She bit her bottom lip so hard it almost bled.
But no. It would never end like this. She would never allow Kelly to go scot-free.
She would make sure that Kelly remembers her. Not with love. Not with regret. But with fear.
For everything he said today, for everything he did, she was going to make his life more miserable than he could ever imagine.
At that moment, she brought out her phone and inserted her sim card.