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

to an end today because that woman

the mirror before suddenly bursting into a charming smile. After all it was her last day as “Mrs.

lipstick from her purse and painted it onto her lips while

looked just like a

heavy yet rhythmic footsteps; each step felt like it tugged at Cheyenne’s

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

“Bang!”

autumn wind brought with it a flurry of dead

stepped on

in black suit pants that

had a face 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

was cold like winter

to this

what are you dawdling for? We agreed on signing divorce papers!” he barked at her while walking towards her. He grabbed her delicate chin tightly between

weakness in front of him. She would

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

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

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

chill from her blood almost took her breath

you’re not worthy!” He glared at

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