She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 500: She Saw Gracie Ten Years Ago

Cheyenne’s bedroom was no different from an ordinary girl’s. It was decorated in pink and adorned with a pile of cute teddy bears.

Among the numerous teddy bears on the bed, one stood out, a brown bear with a pink bow on its head, wearing a lovely lace dress. Embroidered on the bear’s paw was the character “Cheyenne”. This doll seemed to be many years old, showing signs of aging with several areas patched. Its two eyes were missing, replaced by a black button that Cheyenne sewed on.

Upon seeing him silent for a while, Cheyenne curiously followed his gaze and caught sight of her favorite stuffed bear.

“Put me down,” she ordered.

Kelvin came back to his senses and gently sat her down on the chair next to the bed. His gaze once again fell on the teddy bear.

He had an identical one. But it was a male bear, a perfect match to the one in Cheyenne’s hand.

“How do you have this?” Kelvin inquired softly, reaching out to pick up the teddy bear, but Cheyenne stopped him before his hand could touch it.

“Don’t touch it!” She lunged forward, grabbing Kelvin’s arm before he could react.

Looking surprised, he met her eyes, his gaze questioning and puzzled, with deep and dark gleaming.

Cheyenne simply picked up the teddy bear, cradling it lovingly in her arms, and, to Kelvin’s astonishment, revealed a surprising past.

she said. “Mrs. Foley” she referred to was Kelvin’s mother, Gracie, also known as the world-renowned female oil

hearing this, Kelvin’s mind was filled with the stunning image of a woman clad in red that amazed the world. Cheyenne was seven years younger than him, and that woman had become a vegetable before they got married. He had never taken her

possibly

back to a winter ten years ago. During that time, George was busy at the company and didn’t come home, so

lessons, and Cheyenne, like a servant girl, carried her painting materials and sketchbooks. The north wind howled,

had assigned a task that day: to paint a picture with “snow” as the theme. Nora was at a loss for ideas and, seeing herself about

piece titled “Plum Blossoms in Late Snow” in Nora’s name. Unsatisfied, she deliberately tinted the ink

ordinary, but from a different angle, each plum blossom seemed lifeless, as

had a particular aversion to plum blossoms, which is why she did it. Never had she imagined that the substitute would be a young, extraordinarily beautiful female teacher, the most stunning woman Cheyenne

long dress, her long chestnut hair falling elegantly, exuding grace and charm as if she was the delicate

when she saw her painting. She praised Cheyenne’s painting, making the principal and others smile broadly. Gracie was the first to question. She looked at Cheyenne and then at Nora, shaking her

finger, she declared, “This painting wasn’t done by this little girl, but

especially Nora, who was close to

as it was the first time she had received such praise. If it was revealed publicly that her work was finished by someone else, she would surely

Cheyenne did not directly answer the question but

Nora repaid her kindness with enmity. She joined a group to corner Cheyenne in the studio warehouse and splattering paint on her,

behind in the warehouse and

by the city’s lights, yet it offered no warmth. The cold wind outside continuously blew on her, leaving

she had spent in there until the sky outside turned pitch black, and

So cold.

dizzy, and she was completely