She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

The next day, the sunlight shone through the window and filtered through a white star-patterned curtain, sprinkling small stars all over the ground.

Two books were casually thrown on the white long pile carpet, and the pages were creased from being pressed.

On the big bed, a woman is wearing a red V-neck spaghetti strap dress, with wavy curly hair scattered on her fair and beautiful back, like seaweed spreading out.

Red, white, and black formed a vibrant and eye-catching visual feast. Finally, the woman sleeping in her bed slowly opened her bleary eyes. She stretched out her fair-skinned hand to cover her mouth as she yawned.

Then she sat on the bed, dazed for almost a minute.

Oh yeah, she got divorced yesterday! Hmm, it’s been a long time since she slept until waking up naturally.

The alarm clock on the table showed that it was almost ten o’clock. Cheyenne got up to wash and changed into a black spaghetti strap dress.

She walked down the stairs elegantly in high heels. The Lawrence family always woke up early; George had finished breakfast at seven and went to work at his company. Sean was in his senior year of high school while Nora was in her junior year of college; both needed to go to school for classes.

Now only Malaya sat on the sofa knitting. When Malaya saw Cheyenne coming down, a gentle smile appeared on her face as she stood up and said, “Cheyenne, you’re just getting up now? Are you hungry? Shall I have the servant prepare something for you?”

“No need,” Cheyenne replied calmly while walking towards Malaya. “I’m going over to my grandfather’s place for breakfast and also ask him about my mother’s dowry list.”

“It might be better if you help me find those things instead of knitting a sweater in Summer,” Cheyenne added with amusement.

Malaya’s face stiffened slightly upon hearing this but she quickly regained composure before replying, “You should visit old Mr. Edwards. And I’ll try my best to recover your stuff.”

“Thanks,” Cheyenne smiled before picking up her bag and heading towards the garage.

It had been almost three years since Cheyenne drove a car. When she lived in the Foley Villa, she always had a driver to take her wherever she needed to go.

as she touched the steering wheel, it felt like she was reclaiming something precious. Her delicate white hands caressed it for a while before tossing her bag onto the passenger seat and getting

saw Cheyenne getting behind the

need,” Cheyenne

– beautiful yet

passed by a cake shop, Cheyenne suddenly remembered that her grandfather loved their cakes. She parked the

caught passers-by’s attention. A young man in black leather jacket whistled and said to Jerome Witt who stood nearby, “Mr.Witt, look at that girl! She’s

by silver-white hair. He was dressed in a white shirt

out of her car wearing high heels and black lace dress which

was. She turned to the

“Nice, she’s a beauty.”

front of me? I’ll get angry,” said the girl in a

Jerome’s arm

breath, “Who is that

heard every word. She stopped in her tracks

Her almond-shaped eyes were bright while her red lips were luscious enough to make anyone swoon. Her smile was even

face, Cheyenne walked towards them

girl is coming

to tell me? I have eyes,” replied Jerome as he patted that man’s head before turning his

help but wonder who such

there something you need from

innocently and intentionally softened her voice, making

at the short-haired woman next to him. The

look is

interested in watching her lips open and close as she spoke. He felt an urge

belong with the trash bin!” Cheyenne said suddenly. The air

did you say?” he said