My Hubby Ruthlessly Divorced me, Kicked me Out, Later Furiously Yelled When his Loan was Rejected…

The Final Rejection

Gregory left our presence in a burst of anger, hurling a final remark over his shoulder.

“I won’t have to see the faces of you two anymore. We’ll see who has the last laugh.”

His words echoed with frustration, revealing just how deeply we had rattled him. He was struggling to cope with his anxiety and helplessness, yet his pride made him loathe to admit that he was not above us.

After he stormed out, Tyler and I couldn’t help but laugh at the spectacle.

“That was quite the performance. I see my son is still a dramatic fool. Some things just don’t change, do they? But tell me, Patricia, will you approve his loan and save his business?”

Tyler asked,

though his tone suggested he already knew the answer. With a knowing smile, I simply nodded to Tyler, indicating that there was an interesting turn of events just around the corner.

The following day, I finalized my decision regarding the loan. Gregory, appearing pale and worn, confronted me in my office soon after.

“So you did get your degree, became the manager here, and you rejected my loan application?”

he asked incredulously.

“That’s correct, Gregory. I’m sure you’ve received the official denial and the customary apology as well,”

I replied calmly.

“I don’t want an apology. I need that loan. You can’t just reject my application because we’re no longer together. I will sue you,”

Gregory threatened,

his voice tinged with desperation.

His accusation almost made me laugh. Gregory thought I would compromise my professionalism out of spite, but I had not ascended to my position by engaging in petty vendettas.

“Gregory, go ahead and sue if you feel you must, but do you honestly think I’d waste my time and effort to sabotage you personally? You mean nothing to me. I did what any professional in my position would do,”

I stated clearly.

“You rejected my loan on purpose. I have a significant business. Any bank would be eager to lend to me. You turned me down because I left you,”

he insisted,

his voice rising with each word.

“Gregory, you must be particularly deluded to think so. Everyone knows your business is struggling. The fact that your credit score is one of the lowest we’ve encountered recently also influenced my decision. Even my loan officers were surprised you thought we would approve such a large loan under those circumstances,”

I explained,

keeping my tone even. Gregory’s face flushed with anger, and it was clear that my words had hit home.

He was unable to accept that his business woes were a result of his mismanagement, not a personal vendetta from me.

As he left my office, flustered and defeated, I felt a sense of closure. While I had no interest in his downfall, standing my ground as a professional was a form of vindication, affirming that I had truly moved on and was living my best life free from the shadows of our past.

Desperate Pleas and Karma

Gregory’s face bore a hint of desperation that grew more evident by the minute. Initially, he looked as though he was about to hurl another accusation my way, but he hesitated, his demeanor shifting to something more pleading.

“Look, whatever happened between us is in the past. You’re in a position to help me now. Please, please just give me one chance. I need this loan,”

he implored.

“Really, Gregory? I thought you were a competent businessman. At least, that’s what you’ve always claimed. How can one loan rejection make you so desperate?”

I asked,

genuinely curious about his drastic change in attitude.

“There’s no point in pretending anymore. You already know things are bad. Even Dad won’t help me. This is my last shot,”

Gregory confessed,

his voice filled with a mix of resignation and panic.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, Gregory. Maybe you should have focused more on managing your business instead of maintaining a picture-perfect life. Perhaps your wife could help you. You always boasted about her being educated and wealthy,”

I suggested,

though my tone was devoid of sympathy.

“My wife won’t help, Patricia. We’re on the brink of divorce. She doesn’t want to downgrade her life or be stuck with a failing businessman. I’m about to lose my business and my wife,”

Gregory admitted,

his voice breaking slightly.

“That’s too bad, Gregory. It seems karma does come back around,”

I remarked dryly.

Gregory sat silently, shamefaced and downtrodden, his eyes fixed on the floor. I watched him, feeling a mix of vindication and detachment as he confronted the consequences of his choices.

The meeting took an even more dramatic turn when he started to cry and begged for the loan approval. His display of desperation was overwhelming, and I found myself growing impatient.

After several unsuccessful attempts to usher him out peacefully, I called security to escort him from my office. It was a deeply satisfying moment, feeling as though justice had finally been served.

As days turned into weeks, karma continued to deal harsh blows to Gregory. He couldn’t secure a loan anywhere and was forced to make his company public once again in a desperate bid to settle his debts.

He sold over 85% of his company shares, retaining a mere 15%. This presented an unexpected opportunity for me—a chance to dish out another cold serving of revenge.

A Future Full of Promise

I purchased a significant portion of the company, ending up with more shares than Gregory himself. The next time I saw him at a shareholders’ meeting, the shock on his face was indeed priceless.

In the following months, he even attempted to reconcile, especially after his wife filed for divorce. However, by then my life had moved on significantly, and there was no room left for old grievances or lost causes.

Gregory found himself entirely cut off by his father, leaving him in a desperate position. He came to me hoping for a chance to reclaim the life he once had, but needless to say, I had no interest in revisiting the past and firmly rejected his plea.

It’s been three years since then, and my life has taken a wonderfully positive turn. I’m thriving in ways I had only imagined and am now happily engaged, looking forward to a fall wedding in the coming year or three.

Tyler, who has been a steadfast support for me, remains a significant figure in my life. We continue to share a close bond, and he will be walking me down the aisle on my wedding day, a role we both cherish.

As for Gregory, he and his father still aren’t speaking. After his divorce, he struggled to maintain stable relationships.

While he’s managed to get his extravagant spending habits under control, he seems to be living a life marked by dissatisfaction.

Despite his attempts to reconcile and beg for another chance with me, I’ve made it clear that there’s no possibility of us ever getting back together.