A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 4:

A week later, in Rozand…

“You’ve really slimmed down,” Madisyn remarked, setting food in front of Belinda. She sighed deeply. “I’ve been buying you so much food every day this week, yet somehow you keep losing weight.”

Belinda was peeling shrimp, eyes lowered. “I think I look better this way, don’t you?”

“You’re too thin now!” Madisyn sighed with sympathy. “You once filled out my evening dresses, and now, look at you. We’ll need new outfits for the upcoming party.”

After tossing the peeled shrimp into the cat’s bowl and calling over Fluffy, Belinda softly asked, “What party?”

“Remember? You wanted your jewelry designs to hit the market in three months,” Madisyn reminded her.

Her face fell into a pout. “I spoke to a few companies. They can do custom orders, but mass production and launching take more time. To meet your three-month deadline, we need someone who can expedite and who likes your style. I found out about a party happening tonight. It’s not just local jewelers, but also merchants and designers from other cities. I thought we could go and see if anyone’s interested in your designs,” she suggested hopefully.

Seeing her friend’s dedication, Belinda felt motivated.

She petted Fluffy gently. “It’s been a long time since I last attended a party. I can’t always stay at home.”

Watching Belinda’s broad smile, Madisyn paused before speaking, her tone reflective. “You remember that you always wondered who would attend every time I invited you to a party? You were always worried about Kristopher and didn’t want to upset him.” Madisyn’s smile faltered slightly. “And now you don’t even ask?”

sad. “I’m still healing. Let’s leave my

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a deep V-neck, a backless design, and a daring high slit. Her slender figure, accentuated by the bold

and whispered, “You see, I told you this vibrant and seductive style suits you. You always chose such dignified and elegant dresses, fitting the role of Mrs. Cox. Actually, they

remember that.” Having spent a week recuperating, she

man came over and asked her to

accepted with a nod and elegantly made her way to the

reclined in his chair with his eyes shut, listening to his

by the vivid red figure below on the dance floor, Marc

“Why did you stop?”

detached,

then promptly

asked nonchalantly

before quickly replying, “Your mother messaged me this morning. She

dismissively. “Heartless.” He then grabbed

a week ago. She had advised him to cut down on

message him incessantly, almost

passed without a single