Chapter 1
“Your divorce application has been submitted. It will take effect after a 30-day waiting period.”
I took the confirmation notice from the staff member, and Damien immediately snatched it from my hands to take a photo.
Then he stared at his phone, showing a rare, genuine smile-like a man in love.
The young staff member behind the counter looked at me with a hint of sympathy.
After all, I’d been through this “divorce application” routine so many times-just to appease Damien’s twin mistresses-that the staff here now recognized me on sight.
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After a long while, Damien finally looked up at me, his face full of tenderness, then pulled out a velvet box to show me. “Elara, does it look good?”
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“Do you think Lana and Lila will like them?”
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Inside the box were two custom diamond rings, expensive ones. I nodded calmly, “They look good.”
I unconsciously rubbed my ring finger, where only a faint ring mark remained.
A week ago, Lana had hidden by the seaside and slit her wrists; while Lila flew overseas and swallowed sleeping pills. They insisted that Damien propose to them and wanted the same wedding rings Damien had given me at our wedding.
Those were rings Damien had personally customized for me-the only pair of their kind in the world.
Damien had secretly removed my ring while I was sleeping, telling me it was out for cleaning.
I knew he was lying. Damien had flushed both my ring and his down the toilet, just to make his twin mistresses happy.
Getting into the car, Damien instinctively reached to hold my hand.
The interior I had once designed had been changed to cotton candy pink.
I stared, stunned.
Damien hurriedly explained, “The girls are just… childish. I’ll change it back.”
I softly hummed in acknowledgment.
We were divorced now-naturally this car should change too.
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Maybe it was the new air freshener being too strong, or maybe it was the trunk full of flowers.
I couldn’t help but sneeze several times, and Damien’s gaze finally shifted from his phone.
Seeing the rash spreading across my neck, he frowned, “Damn, I forgot you’re allergic to pollen.”
Then he instructed the driver to head to the hospital immediately.
But when we stopped at a red light, Damien’s phone rang, and his expression immediately darkened.
“Pull over!”
Damien looked at me, “Lana spilled hot water on herself-fortunately it’s just a minor burn, but you know how much she cares about her appearance. Usually she acts cold, but today she actually cried when she called me. I should go check on her.”
“Elara, go to the hospital by yourself.”
Before I could answer, Damien had opened the door and pushed me out.
I stood by the roadside, somewhat dazed.
It wasn’t until a message popped up on my phone-flight booking confirmed-that I snapped back to reality.
I called a taxi to the hospital.
The nurse was somewhat surprised to see me alone, “Your husband didn’t accompany you this time?”
I had allergies, and usually when I encountered even a little dust, Damien would nervously rush me to the hospital.
Once, he had even postponed a shareholders’ meeting for me.
I smiled and shook my head, “He’s busy.”
After getting the injection, exclamations came from the crowd.
“Oh my god-that man is so handsome.”
“Did you see? Ninety-nine roses, he’s holding her like a scene from a movie!”
“It’s just a minor burn. Honestly, she could have healed on her own.”
My gaze fell through the window, landing exactly on that bouquet of bright red roses.
Damien was looking down, texting.
Ding!
It was a message from Damien: “Elara, how are you? Feeling better?”
When I looked downstairs, he had already put away his phone and was leaving, holding the girl’s hand.
Their fingers were tightly intertwined, matching rings sparkling on their fingers.
I looked down and accepted two friend requests.
Their profile pictures matched the style of Damien’s recently changed avatar-before this, his avatar had always been me.
One of the girls’ messages came quickly and bluntly: “Since you and Damien are officially divorced, please move out today and clean up.”
They didn’t know that out of guilt, Damien had given me 80% of the assets in our divorce agreement, including the manor I currently lived in.
I took a photo of that clause and sent it over.
“You should have seen the divorce agreement.”
No reply.
Then my phone rang again.
Someone called me, “Elara, what theme do you like for weddings?”
