She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 208: Your Foot is Injured

Cheyenne lifted her hand and took off the pearl clip that was holding her hair up, placing it on the table. Her thick chestnut curls cascaded down like a waterfall. She looked at Abbie with a calm yet stubborn gaze, using her delicate fingers to unbutton her black suit jacket one by one.

She kicked off her high heels and stepped onto the cold golden floor with her feet painted in bright red nail polish.

“Swish.”

The black suit jacket flew up into the air and opened up like a circle before landing gracefully on a nearby chair. Everyone’s attention was drawn to Cheyenne once again as she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing smooth fair skin and delicate collarbones.

Her perfect feet were slender and elegant, adorned with a thin silver ankle chain that made Kelvin blush at its sight. A lot of intimate scenes came into his mind.

It was Cheyenne’s nineteenth birthday, the first year after they had married. She had been pestering him to buy it for her.

Initially, he hadn’t wanted to purchase it, but he couldn’t stand to see her eyes lose their luster. Under the temptation, he had driven back to buy it.

That night, after the passionate moment, she fell asleep by his side. Kelvin had contemplated it for a moment, and before leaving, he took the anklet from his pocket and placed it next to her pillow.

He hadn’t expected her to still be wearing it.

As his mind wandered, Cheyenne’s gaze turned slightly cold, and she pulled the white tablecloth from the table. There was a loud “thud”, and the white cloth fell into her hand, while everything else on the table, including the glasses, plates, and candles, remained perfectly in place. It was a move that left people astonished.

How had she managed to do that?

to switch over to another song. As soon as

moves today. Just moments ago, Cheyenne had mentioned that Abbie didn’t

felt like a slap in Abbie’s

she was feeling proud of herself for being able to outshine Cheyenne in ballet

dance. The segment that Cheyenne performed was

her movements. As the rhythm intensified, their emotions became more complex. However,

swan – always rebellious and independent

couldn’t help but admit that they were amazed by Cheyenne’s performance when watching

leapt into the air, her long hair flowed behind her like waves and even the white tablecloth in her hand became like a sharp weapon. Her slender legs stretched straight out as she landed softly on tiptoe after completing thirty-two turns. Her chestnut hair and white cloth formed two

faded away, that same white tablecloth turned into the female lead’s veil which fell lightly

her win so

as Cheyenne lifted up her head to look at that piece of cloth spinning beneath her feet; Abbie suddenly pulled off one pearl earring from hers without

dancing gracefully before him, feeling

not only excelled in calligraphy, chess, but she could also paint and dance… yet she insisted on portraying herself as a spoiled brat. Why? Were all those previous confessions true or just part

filled with red wine, taking big strides towards the beautiful woman. But just after taking two steps, Kelvin saw Abbie’s sneaky movement; that pearl rolled down along with his mood until finally landing at Cheyenne’s feet. She stood near enough to the table which made Kelvin nervous because if she slipped over, her head would surely hit hard

felt anxious inside while silently calling out, “Cheyenne! Be

It was too late…

and

be careful!” Old Mr. Foley was

game. Abbie and Emelia looked at

She smiled and smoothly fell down with her back