A Farewell After Being Reborn

Sage laughed to herself. In her previous life, she’d waited for eight years to receive a divorce certificate and news of him marrying Ivy. How could he fall for her in a month in this life?

“I just want to know whether you’d still want to get a divorce if Ian realizes how great you are and falls for you,” Linda said.

Sage met her hopeful gaze and nodded resolutely. “Yes.”

No matter how this life turned out, she still didn’t want to have anything to do with Ian anymore.

She’d had enough of the bitterness of love. She wanted to stay away from Ian and start a new life!

…

After walking out of Holcomb Manor, Sage saw Ian sitting in the car with a dark expression. Despite all the trouble they’d gone to, the divorce had still fallen through. She bet Ian thought she and Linda had schemed to pull this off.

She could already foresee Ian humiliating and interrogating her once she got into the car, so she decided to ignore him and hail a cab herself.

“Get in the car!” Ian ordered coldly when he saw what she was up to.

“Thanks, but no thanks. We’re going in different directions,” Sage said huffily. She was annoyed that they hadn’t managed to go through with the divorce. Why would she be dumb enough to serve herself on a silver platter for Ian to humiliate and insult her?

Ian’s tone carried

fucking calling me! If you’re all that, go get the divorce over with right now!” Sage retorted

first time speaking to Ian in such a tone. It was also her first

car and storm toward her. When she returned to her senses and turned

her anxiety, she turned and bit

winced but didn’t let her go. Instead, he lifted her up like she was a cat and threw her

commanded Terry.

car had already been started; there was no way Sage could escape. She quickly pulled out her phone and aimed the camera at

looked like he’d just heard a joke. He leaned close to her. As his tall stature closed the distance between them, it made Sage feel oppressed. She couldn’t help retracting her phone a

you doing?”

wrist up, revealing the bite mark on it. “Look at how

Ian had hated her, he hadn’t laid a hand on her. He probably wasn’t the type to

of pinewood on him. It

abruptly that he almost knocked his head on

not my problem that a simple shove is enough to make you fall back like that!

nor had she ever said such mocking things. Now, she was as prickly as a

out a derisive laugh. “You’ve got guts, Sage. Have you finally grown a brain? You’ve learned how to distract me

to explain?” Sage detested Ian’s tone. “I want the divorce more than you do! Grandma’s

would do her best to make him fall for her. It had only been a year since then,