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.

all he needed to do was wait, and he would divorce his wife and marry

there was a turning point at this moment. His

home after socializing,

her that Angel left with one million, and that

long time without finding any trace of her

anonymous letter

It was Angel.

tears streaming down

deep love and regret in his eyes stabbed at

don’t you feel

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 children with.’ Watching Leon’s remorseful expression now, Omari couldn’t help but feel ironic. This man had promised to take him away to Akloit, provide him with the best resources and send him to the best school. Omari was sixteen-years-old

matter what it took. With his mother’s ashes by his side, they left the shabby rental

a mansion where servants took good care of him. He attended one of the best schools and earned him favor from teachers there due to his academic

as kind-hearted as she appeared

Omari was a laughing stock within the Lara family. Though Leon was nice to him, the other Laras looked

shifted the blame onto Omari. She

her daughter so much that she instantly ordered the servant to throw away his books and clothes and told him to

self-esteem was paramount, only taking

cold and

of cardboard boxes. The girl looked about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a thin white nightgown that draped over half her face. In

and her jet-black lashes cast a shadowy arc on her cheeks. Her lips were tinged with pale pink and she

Cheyenne misses

“Mom…” she whimpered.

He listened to the young girl calling out “Mom”