She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 230: Not Him

To the north as you enter the room, there was a white porcelain jar with blue floral patterns placed on a wooden table. A black and white photograph leaned against the wall.

The beautiful woman in the photo appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. Even in a colorless old photograph, her lovely face could still be seen.

She and Laurel were completely different types.

At the first glance of that photo, Leon couldn’t help but feel his eyes moisten. He walked towards the table.

Although he was less than ten meters from that photo, he had a feeling of endless time passing.

The scene of their first meeting still vividly appeared in his mind. It was a peaceful summer afternoon with bright sunshine when he, as a sponsor of the school, was invited to give a speech at the university. While everyone was listening attentively, she was the only one who leaned back in her chair and fell fast asleep.

The sunshine fell perfectly on her soft, raven-chestnut hair, casting a layer of golden light upon the young girl. By that time, he had gotten married and his wife had given birth to their first son, Hayden.

But he knew deep down that he and his wife were just a business alliance between prestigious families, with no love involved.

Not until he met her did Leon experience what it felt like for his heart to skip a beat. She was the one who captured his soul and haunted his dreams.

Using despicable means, he coerced and tempted her, who was only eighteen years old, into becoming his mistress. Proud as she was, she was like a beautiful little phoenix. How could she willingly become the mistress of a married man?

She had countless times wanted to escape, but Leon selfishly locked her up. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t let go.

After Omari was born, his proud girl finally became much quieter and there were gradually more smiles on her face.

and he would divorce his wife

point at

returned home after socializing,

million, and that

it at first, but after searching for a long time without finding any trace of her and the child, he gradually sealed this relationship deep in his

an anonymous letter with

It was Angel.

tears streaming down his

knelt before the photo. The deep love and

don’t you feel guilty?’

thought, ‘It’s been ten years. If he really wanted to find me and my mother, why didn’t he? I heard that I have a half-sister who is only two years younger than me! It’s ridiculous. His so-called love was just empty words. He could easily turn around and find another woman to have

no matter what it took. With

attended one of the

as she appeared

a laughing stock within the Lara family. Though

broke a photo frame accidentally but shifted the blame onto Omari. She used tears to deceive others. Out of

servant to throw away his books and

paramount, only taking the jacket, he walked away

was cold and drizzling that

a petite figure curled up on a pair of cardboard boxes. The girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a thin white nightgown that draped over half her face. In the dim light, her face shone with an ethereal

arc on her cheeks. Her lips were tinged with pale pink and she spoke softly in

cold. Cheyenne misses

“Mom…” she whimpered.

a nightmare as she murmured sweetly like a little kitten. He listened to the young girl calling out “Mom” hoarsely while tears rolled down from her eyes like crystal beads; it reminded him of his own