“I said, I want a divorce.”
Connor was stunned for a moment, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corners of
“Since you insist on divorce, I have no choice.
“Aria, it’s not that I want to let you down, you’re forcing me to do this.
“Don’t come back begging me later.
mouth.
When I went back to the room to pack my things, I overheard Connor’s conversation with his friend.
“Connor, are you really divorcing your wife?”
“She’s trying to pressure me with divorce, so I let her have her way.
“Zoe’s been clinging to me tightly I don’t have time to deal with her petty jealousy.
“She has no family here, it won’t be long before she comes crawling back begging me to remarry her.”
A wave of bitterness washed over me. I directly threw our wedding photo along with the wedding ring into the trash can.
On the day of the divorce, the sun was shining brightly.
anil, full of energy.
I met the girl Connor had described as his soulmate – she was sporty, with a high ponytail,
“Sis, you should go out more often. When people get old, they can’t keep up with the times and easily get eliminated”
She clung to Connor’s arm, sitting in his passenger seat, looking at me provocatively.
I was barely twenty–five, yet someone was calling me old.
Someone passed by carrying a mirror, and I caught a glimpse of myself.
Delicate features, long black hair, curves in all the right places, long legs–1 wasn’t inferior to anyone.
On the way home, I tried hard to control my emotions, but tears still kept flowing
Bang! I crashed into a Rolls–Royce in front of me. I hurriedly got out of the car to apologize.
A pair of lonel coldness.
“It’s you.
stepped out of the car ahead. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding nobility amidst his
The man broke the awkward silence first.
I was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized who the man in front of me was.
Connor had mentioned him many times – Bay City’s mysterious tycoon, Lucas Sinclair, the helmsman of the financial group that Mitchell Corp had always wanted to cooperate with.
haven’t even asked for compensation yet, and you’re crying like this.”
Lucas Sinclair handed me a handkerchief, his tone surprisingly gentle.
“No, you misunderstand, It’s entirely my fault, r’ll definitely compensate you.
“I just got divorced, and I’m having trouble controlling my emotions. I’m sorry!
I hurriedly explained, afraid he might think I was trying to shirk responsibility.
“Divorced?” Lucas Sinclair asked alo
“Divorced?” Lucas Sinclair asked again.
I nodded.
“That’s good.”
“What?”
