Jenna Roland had been furious at Jake Varley's disgusting remarks earlier. But seeing Stella Laurent decisively kick him out and break up with him instantly lifted her mood.

She'd been hoping Stella would dump this scumbag for ages, but Stella had stubbornly refused to see the truth.

Who knew she'd finally cut him off so cleanly today?

What a pleasant surprise.

Jake kept pounding on the door outside, screaming Stella's name hoarsely.

Stella ignored him completely, calmly picking up food with her chopsticks.

Jenna peeked at her and couldn't help laughing. "He's wailing like a wounded animal. Really not going to acknowledge him?"

Stella set down her chopsticks. "This is the third breakup. The first two times, he got on his knees begging me to take him back, promising to change. Three years together—I always caved and forgave him. But not this time."

"Just like that? Three years of history?"

Stella gave a bitter smile. "You heard him. He treated me like a free maid. I worked my ass off at the club to support him, and he still fooled around behind my back. Forgiving him again would just make me pathetic."

"Honestly, besides his looks, he's not even fit to lick Tristan's pinky."

Tristan was Stella's ex before Jake.

That gentle, considerate man never let Stella lift a finger at home, always cooking her delicious meals.

Compared to Jake, he was in a completely different league.

Too bad Tristan went abroad for further studies. Otherwise, Jake would never have stood a chance.

Stella shook her head. "Looking back now, I must've been possessed to stay with Jake for three whole years."

Jenna's eyes curved with amusement. "Better late than never."

"Yeah." Stella stood up. "Let me help you clean up."

They worked in comfortable silence, washing dishes and wiping counters together.

By the time they returned to the living room, the pounding and shouting outside had stopped.

Jenna grabbed two ice-cold colas from the fridge and tossed one to Stella.

Stella took a long swig. "Figured out what you want to do next?"

Jenna flopped onto the couch with a sigh. "No degree means no corporate jobs. Starting a business is too risky. No experience running a restaurant either. Honestly clueless."

"Didn't your parents leave you that orchard?" Stella's eyes lit up. "Hire a lawyer to sue your uncle and get it back!"

The words struck Jenna like lightning.

Of course! Now that she had money, she could hire a lawyer after her brother's surgery!

She excitedly slapped Stella's shoulder. "If you're sick of the club by then, come work with me!"

Stella grinned and clinked their soda cans together. "Deal."

She'd long grown tired of the club scene—endless drinking sessions and fending off handsy clients.

Jake had forbidden her from quitting before. Now that they were done, she could finally make her own choices.