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.

take

an end

at herself in the mirror before suddenly bursting into a

took out lipstick from her purse and painted it onto her

just like

came heavy yet rhythmic footsteps; each step felt like it tugged at

visits in the past three

“Bang!”

force, and the autumn wind brought with it a flurry of dead leaves that landed by the man’s polished leather

on them without

black suit pants that accentuated his

had a face that could charm anyone – sharp features and deep-set eyes as dark as an icy abyss.

was cold like

accustomed to this look from him and simply smiled

you dawdling for? We agreed on signing divorce papers!” he barked at her while walking towards her. He

to show any weakness in front of

casually, “you’re being too impatient! I just needed some time to put

go of her chin before storming off without another

his suit pocket and carefully wiped his knobby fingers. Cheyenne winced at

chill from her blood almost took her

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

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