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

an end

the mirror before suddenly bursting into a charming smile. After all it was her

out lipstick from her purse and painted it onto her lips while staring at

looked just like

the door came heavy yet rhythmic footsteps; each step felt like it

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

“Bang!”

from the outside with force, and the autumn wind brought with it a flurry of dead

on them without

his long legs clad in black suit pants that accentuated his

that could charm anyone – sharp features and deep-set eyes as dark as an icy abyss. Right now, those eyes were filled with anger as they bore into

cold like

accustomed to this look from him and simply

divorce papers!” he barked at her while

refused to show any weakness in front of him. She would smile even if it meant gritting through

dear husband,” she said softly yet casually, “you’re being too impatient! I just needed some time to put on

roughly let go of her chin before

something dirty, he pulled out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped his knobby

that the chill from her blood

worthy!” He glared at her like a bloodthirsty demon in the

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