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.

like she was reclaiming something precious. Her delicate white hands caressed it for a while before tossing her bag

when he saw Cheyenne getting behind the wheel.

need,” Cheyenne

road with cartoon stickers all over it – beautiful yet garish. It was hard to believe that such

she passed by a cake shop, Cheyenne suddenly remembered that her grandfather loved their cakes. She parked the car on the side of

attention. A young man in black leather jacket whistled and

years old, with a handsome and gentle face framed by silver-white hair. He was dressed in a white shirt and deep blue pants, looking exceptionally fresh and

of her car wearing high heels and black lace dress which showed off her snow-white legs perfectly –

she was. She turned to the car window and pursed her red lips, admiring her perfect

“Nice, she’s a beauty.”

how can you compliment another girl in front of me? I’ll get angry,” said the

to Jerome’s arm as

jealousy, she muttered under her breath, “Who is that little vixen? What a shameless

She stopped in her tracks and

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

her face, Cheyenne walked towards them on high

Witt…that girl is coming

have eyes,” replied Jerome as he patted that man’s head before turning his gaze towards the approaching beauty who outshone everyone

who such a

you need from me, pretty

softened her voice,

next to him. The latter was glaring at her with fiery eyes,

that look

what?” Jerome was interested in watching her lips open and close as she spoke. He

bin!” Cheyenne said suddenly. The

say?” he said through