A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 105

“Ian Holcomb? Seriously, don’t you ever get tired of this?” Sage asked.

Ian raised his head, his frown deepening. “Are you seriously picking a fight first thing in the morning?”

Sage ignored him and got out of bed. “From now on, don’t sleep in this room. I’m not interested in acting like a normal couple with you.”

“Do you think I wanted to sleep here?” Ian sat up urgently. “Remind me, who was it that messed up my clothes last night? Who was it that insisted on me paying them back with my body?”

“You’re not going to give it back to me, huh? Fine, then let’s settle it with your body!”

Her cheeks burned as she remembered that line from the night before. She must’ve been watching too many corny videos lately to come up with such a cringe–worthy line.

“I was wasted. I don’t remember a thing.” Sage tried to maintain her composure. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t woken me up in the middle of the night!”

sn’t it obvious why I woke you up?” he asked coldly.

Sage figured that he had seen the trending topics last night and wanted to confront her about

1. it.

also the one who leaked the news of our marital crisis, huh? I can’t believe you’re doing all these things just to rake in some cash for

the rumors

happy about this? Why? Are you having second thoughts about

even hear yourself? I just can’t stand how you’re milking your status as my wife

though she was well aware that this would happen, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It was just like

to do with him, and she had foolishly clung to a sliver of hope because of his words. Yet, he shattered it in the

up and noticed it was Priscilla calling. When she answered it, Priscilla’s shrill voice pierced the air.

are you okay?”

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her temples. “I’m okay. I just have a hangover. Guess I’m not cut

to let you know that Mimosa’s sales are through the roof. We have a huge online presence now, and we’re swamped by

were eager to hear about her “drunken escapade” before she went to bed

attention to the wine bottle in her hand as part of her plan, but plans were just that–no one could

results, she asked, “Are you at Mimosa? I’ll

“Sure.”