The Foley Villa in Akloit.

In front of the mirror stood a woman wearing a white cotton camisole nightgown that reached her knees, revealing fair arms and slender legs.

Her chestnut hair contrasted against her pale face; the once bright eyes were devoid of their youthful radiance on this day marking 1162nd day since she married Kelvin Foley.

For over three years, Cheyenne Lawrence was nominally “Mrs. Foley”, confined to this cold mansion, waiting for his occasional return.

At the thought of this, she suddenly laughed at herself.

How much courage did she have back then to think that she could warm up Kelvin, this stubborn and hardhearted man?

A servant approached her with a black evening gown in hand, her eyes filled with coldness and disdain.

“Miss Lawrence, Mr. Foley will be back soon. You should change into this dress to greet him.”

No one here acknowledged her as “Mrs. Foley”, whether Kelvin or the household servants.

Cheyenne Lawrence was like an unwanted person who they deeply despised.

She reached out her small hand and picked up the black long dress. She dressed like an exquisite and noble princess sitting obediently on the sofa waiting for that man’s arrival.

he would take her for

to an end today because that

looked at herself in the mirror before suddenly bursting into a charming smile. After all it was her

it onto her lips while staring at herself

just

came heavy yet rhythmic footsteps; each step

of his visits in the past three years, Cheyenne could recognize him immediately. It was

“Bang!”

wind brought with it a flurry of dead leaves

stepped on

black suit pants that accentuated his tall and lean

as dark as an icy abyss. Right now, those eyes

was cold

had grown accustomed to this look from him and simply smiled

agreed on signing divorce papers!” he barked at her while walking towards her.

welled up in her eyes but Cheyenne refused to show any weakness in front of him. She would smile even if it meant gritting

yet casually, “you’re being too impatient! I just

this response, he roughly let go of her chin before storming

handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped his

the chill from her blood

your husband, you’re not worthy!” He glared at her like a bloodthirsty

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