Getting My Ex-wife Back

“Hello, Auntie. Since everyone is present today, I have something to say.” Early in the morning, the whole family sat at the table for breakfast. Jenna only took some porridge and started speaking in a solemn tone.

Marissa raised her head and looked at her. Not knowing what her announcement would be, she had a perplexed gaze.

She did not expect Jenna to be willing to come back on her own.

Naturally, once she was back, Hansen returned to the manor as well!

“Alright, I’m listening.” Although she did not prefer to discuss matters over meals, Jenna appeared determined and firm.

Hansen also lifted his head and took a glance at Jenna.

She was sitting far away from him at the dining table. Her expression was cold and indifferent, regarding him as invisible air.

What did she want to do?

“Auntie, from today onwards, the entire second floor of Green Jade Garden belongs to me only. Please have everyone else move out. No one should break in without my consent. This will be my private area,” Jenna spoke the words softly but her voice was clear as crystal.

Everyone was dumbstruck.

“Who do you think you are? How dare you want the entire second-floor to yourself! That’s ridiculous,” Aria screamed, her face full of disgust.

Hansen lowered his gaze and kept silent on his seat.

“May I ask why you’re doing this?” Marissa asked in confusion with her eyebrows furrowed.

There were about six rooms on the second floor. Other than Hansen’s bedroom, there were also two guest rooms. Currently, Aria and Minnie lived there. As for the third floor, it was the master bedroom. Before Trevor’s accident, it had belonged to him and Marissa. But, soon after the accident, Marissa simply sealed off the third floor and moved to the master bedroom on the first floor to prevent herself from being sad. The basement was a bar, which was not suitable to stay in.

“Auntie, first of all, I am the heir of Richards Manor. I have my shares in Green Jade Garden. Naturally, I want to have my own space. Secondly, I don’t want certain people living on the same floor with me; it makes me feel unsafe. This is my legitimate right, hence I ask you to respect my decision,” Jenna replied flatly. Her composure was neither awkward or embarrassed. She was decisive and firm.

“Mom, are you hearing her? She’s kicking me and Hansen out,” Aria argued with a piercing, high-pitched voice while she complained to Marissa.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Marissa’s face darkened. How could she not understand Jenna? Jenna did not want to see Aria, therefore she would get as far away from her as possible. As a woman, how could she not understand her feelings?

However, the first floor was mainly occupied by the living room. Although there were three or four rooms, they were not as huge and comfortable as the ones on the second floor. In fact, the rooms were next to the servants’ chambers, making it inconvenient to act as they pleased. Would Aria agree to this?

“Auntie, what I said today is not a negotiation but a decision of mine. The reason I’m telling you now is that I should respect you as an elder. At the same time, you are also the heiress of Richards Manor, thus I deemed it necessary to inform beforehand.” Jenna saw Marissa being in a dilemma as she spoke. It seemed that Marissa had not fully registered her decision and did not know what to do. It was expected that she would not agree to it. However, Jenna stood her ground and spoke calmly.

“Mom, did you hear her? This woman is too arrogant. She is divorced from Hansen but still dares to act up in Richards Manor. She’s terrible.” Aria was not stupid. She had guessed Jenna’s intention, which was clearly to kick her out. However, she was the one who was marrying Hansen and she would be the Young Madam of Green Jade Garden in the future. Why should she be chased away by this b*tch?

Besides that, now that she was pregnant with Hansen’s baby, she should have the most powerful voice in this household. Why should she, a precious, protected, pregnant woman be kicked out? Jenna was asking for too much!

Jenna merely smiled coldly. She slid a hand into her pocket and took out a few sheets of paper. She then opened it, showed it to everyone on the table, and said calmly, “Look at this carefully. This is a legal document stating my inheritance of the manor. It had long been notarized and the manor is now under my name. In fact, I have consulted a lawyer long ago and he told me that I have the right to occupy the entire second floor. Today, I’m just informing you, not discussing. I hereby solemnly declare that I want to have the second floor all to myself. Now, please get the hint and move all your belongings after the meal. After all, we would not want to become a laughing stock. I wonder how the people would react if they found out that we quarreled over such things. I have hired a servant to clean the house and a bodyguard to watch the door, hence I hope that we all respect each other and not fight over this matter anymore.”

After she finished speaking, she took the papers and waved them in her hand. She then smiled and put it back into her pocket.

She was obviously trying to drive people away but she had made that known in such a tactful manner.

Aria’s nostrils flared. Pointing a finger at Jenna, she yelled as she looked at Hansen, “Hansen, look at her doing whatever she wants, forcing everyone to listen to her. She is going to drive you and me away. Say something.”

Hansen continued to eat breakfast at his own leisure pace, drinking glasses of milk one after another.

He was indifferent to Jenna’s decision. In fact, he had no objections at all.

Hearing Aria screaming bloody murder at him, he casually picked up a slice of bread on the table and took a big bite. Chewing it, he said vaguely, “I’m in no place to speak, I’m not the landlord. Unfortunately, I can’t have a say in this.”

Aria’s anger grew as she heard his response. It was apparent; he was taking Jenna’s side. He wanted to kick her out too. Instantly, she faced Marissa and cried with tears in her eyes, her nose running. She pleaded, “Mom, you have to help me. I still have your grandson in my belly. I’m used to sleeping in Hansen’s room but now she’s trying to kick me out. Where can I possibly move to?”

After that, she took a tissue to wipe her tears. Her face was full of resentment, she looked awful.

Aria was sitting right next to Marissa and her crying made Marissa feel helpless. She patted her on the shoulder and comforted, “Aria, stop crying, it’s not good for the baby. Don’t worry, take your time.”

While she spoke, she looked at Jenna and tried to persuade her, “Jenna, I know you are angry and you also have your rights and decisions. But, you can’t do this without putting yourself in our shoes. This ground floor is too humid. Although the room at the south wing isn’t small, it’s not well renovated. It’s inconvenient for Aria to live on the first floor as a pregnant woman. Although you have the rights to Richards Manor, you can’t have the final word. Don’t you think?”

Marissa’s tone was as gentle as possible and her speech was considerately polite.

“So, Auntie, do you want to redistribute the assets now and clarify the respective ownership rights?” Jenna replied, “It is clearly written in Hansen’s inheritance papers that the second floor, the Richards Group’s gym, and the main house of Ink Garden will be handed over to me after Grandma passes away. It is written clearly in black and white. I think you would understand what I mean here.”

As soon as these words were spoken, there were gasps and widened eyes in the room.

Vivian actually gave Jenna the ancestral property of the Richards family- the priceless Ink Garden. This was the most valuable property in Richards Manor. Not to mention, it was also the center of power of the Richards Manor. This was the greatest and most valuable inheritance, what had Vivian meant by doing this?

Could it be that she was too old to think straight or did Jenna manipulate her? It was unbelievable that she was so trusted by Vivian to the point where she would do this.

Marissa was so shocked that her jaw dropped and she cursed Vivian inwardly for being so biased. This property should have belonged to her son but instead, it was given to this woman who did not share their last name. Now that Aria was pregnant, Hansen had to marry her. However, the most important inheritance in Richards Group was given to Jenna. Those properties would no longer belong to the Richards family. This should have been given to Hansen. Vivian must not be thinking straight to side with an outsider.

Aria was burning in jealousy.

She did everything she could to marry Hansen but currently, the most important property of Richards Group had been given to Jenna. What was in it for her to marry at this point?

Even the second floor of the Green Jade Garden was Jenna’s. Where would she live after she gets married into the family? If Grandma Richards really wanted to make it up to Jenna, there were so many other villas in Richards Manor that she could grant her. Why did she have to do this? Ink Garden was the center of power and politics. She wondered how she would stand in Richards Manor in the future.

Moreover, in this way, it was almost impossible to get rid of Jenna. Judging the current situation, Aria was fortunate to not be driven away by her!

What was this? Was there anything worse than this?

Anger and jealousy overwhelmed Aria. Her vision went black and she almost fell.

“Larry, help Miss McAdams onto the sofa.” Marissa saw Aria’s reddened face and her shaking stance. She was worried about the child in her belly, therefore she hurriedly called Larry over to help.

Larry rushed over and helped Aria onto the sofa.

Hansen finally finished his breakfast. He stood up slowly as if nothing had happened. “It’s getting late, I’m going to work.” He was about to leave.

“Don’t leave, Mr. Richards.” Jenna stopped him in time. She took out an envelope from the bag and handed it to him. She looked at him and said plainly, “Mr. Richards, starting today, I’m resigning.”

Resignation? He was shocked.

“No,” he quickly rejected without even thinking about it.

“There’s no option for you to decline. I’m quitting.” She snorted and stated as a matter-of-fact, “It’s not my concern whether you agreed to my resignation. This is final and I only signed a one-year contract with your company.”

“But, your contract has not yet expired,” he hurriedly retorted, panic evident on his face.

“So what? I am willing to bear the consequences of breaching the contract. Please charge me however you like. But may I warn you, don’t forget that you forced me into signing the contract. My lawyer told me that it can be regarded as invalid if it was not signed on the principle of mutual consent from both parties. Even if I breached the contract, that means nothing. According to the agreement, I’ll just pay you some compensation. This is not illegal and not a crime,” she replied.