Chapter 001 Divorce "Let's get a divorce." Even after three years of marriage, the man spoke as little as when they first met.

He spat out those words coldly, void of human emotion.

Hailey Newman stood behind Owen Moore, staring at his tall, straight figure.

She stared at his cold, ruthless face reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling disheartened.

Her hands clenched into fists silently, and her body trembled.

The words she feared most was finally said.

Owen turned around, and his face became clearer.

He had the perfect face-an angular jawline and handsome looks.

She had been living with him for three years, but her heart skipped a beat whenevershe was with him.

“Can we…

not divorce?”

Hailey forced herself to speak her mind.

Her eyes were glossy, filled with some hope.

Owen frowned.

His cold eyes landed on her bare face and lastly on her red eyes.

The furrow in his brows deepened.

She had no makeup on, but Hailey looked good.

She was not the type to wear heavy makeup.

Her skin was fair, and her face was innocent and flawless.

One would never get tired of looking at her.

yet filled with panic as she looked

right eye, and her long, black hair hung

She looked meek.

his eyes, she was a weak and dull

the perfect wife, but he didn't love

suffered

might never be

was forced to

him on blind dates to find a

his admirers, and Hailey was the

she had no background

"You've been with me and taking care

he said this, let aloneto be seen with the slightest affection

there something else you want..." "Why?"

at him

reluctantly.

was their third wedding anniversary the next day, and she

be together for

and indifferent, not wanting to give her a

“Eliza is back.

marry her." Hailey seemed to have been struck by lightning, and

three years, but her efforts were nothing compared to that woman’s

hurry and reported, “Miss Brown vomited the food she just ate, and blood was spotted.” Owen couldn’t

to the guest room, ordering in a grim tone, “Get

came out of the guest room with a woman

woman was thin and weak, covered in a

sickly as if she would disappear from this world at

and whispered, "Owen, Miss Byrne, she…” Owen stopped at the cornerof the stairs and turned to

talk to you about

the woman

Eliza Brown lay in Owen’s arms

sick, was smiling at Hailey, saying, “I

him to me." Hailey slumped to the ground when their figures disappeared from her

as if she had

silently as she hugged her

Ten years.

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