A Divorce After My Rebirth by Gentle Rain in June

It was a sleepless night for Natalie. She spent the entire night thinking about various moments from her previous life—how Cedric and Isabella had been together and the heartlessness with which Cedric had made her sign the surgery consent form.

The only thing she didn’t want to recall was the seven years of their love and the three years of their marriage.

Yesterday afternoon, Natalie sent the divorce agreement to the handwriting analysis center.

Upon waking up, she immediately called to inquire about the results. Once she had that sorted out, she went to where she had arranged to meet Bianca.

Bianca had arrived ahead of her and was waiting at the entrance. She wore a professional outfit with a windbreaker, which was Natalie’s favorite look.

However, she hadn’t dressed that way since her marriage to Cedric.

So, every time she saw Bianca, she envied her for her mature appearance.

Natalie asked, “Why didn’t you go in first?”

“You’re Mrs. Johnson, remember? Your chosen venues are all exclusive members-only places. They don’t entertain non-members.”

Natalie stiffened upon hearing that. She looked at Bianca with a guilty expression and said, “I’m sorry. I…”

“Oh, come on, I’m just teasing you.”

Natalie didn’t know what to say, Bianca interrupted her

had to be said that since being with Cedric, Natalie had

salary. It was no wonder that when she married Cedric, many people speculated that she was marrying

Bianca asked while

her long lashes concealed the emotions in her eyes. Her tone was calm as she replied, “I simply had

she had been angry

woman opposite her and said, “Bia, I’m sorry for before. I wasn’t really mad at you. I

all the rumors circulating outside were true. It took a lot of courage to let go of a ten-year relationship, something not everyone

as ever. “I understand. After all, you’ve been together for so many years. A

Natalie remained silent.

really isn’t suited for you,”

Natalie nodded.

three years, only she knew what kind of life she had been

and Bianca were about to continue their conversation, an unpleasant voice interrupted

looking at her with disdain. Christina was Cedric’s sister, or rather, the adopted

her gaze landed on Isabella Morgan, who was

considered drop-dead gorgeous, but she had an

and she clenched her fists. She trembled with anger at

“Bia, let’s go.”

stay here for another second. She was afraid that she might

special day today, and she couldn’t afford any

just because of their family background. So, she easily replied, “Sure. I should get

Christina couldn’t resist taunting

Mom’s teachings, huh? You’re still associating with