She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 669: Don't Forget Me, Cheyenne

The man held the rectangular certificate with his fingers, then with a swift turn, he tossed it over his shoulder, and a spark landed at the corner of the nearby curtain. In an instant, the flames shot up. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The high-quality blackout curtains climbed up like a red fire snake, igniting along the wooden walls of the room.

The door was locked from the outside, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were made of sturdy bulletproof glass, trapping him inside, unable to escape.

When Omari decided to burn the marriage certificate, he had no intention of leaving.

He burst into hearty laughter, sounding as bright and carefree as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old lad, recalling the first time he met Cheyenne.

At thirteen, she appeared as fragile as an eight or nine-year-old girl, huddled under a cold bridge like an abandoned kitten.

He gave her a piece of clothing, not because he sympathized with her at such a young age, but because he felt that she, like himself, was homeless, so he found a trace of empathy in her. Their paths crossed again, unexpectedly on the school campus.

She was much more beautiful than before, transforming into a completely different person. With just a little inquiry, it was known that she was a notorious gang leader in the vicinity.

Yet, it was that gang leader who hopped along the playground, clutching the back of her head with her hands, a dropped porny book from her uniform, symbolizing a young girl's initial fantasies about love. At sixteen, on the streets of Metshire, she became stunning and confident.

She saved him, but didn't recognize him; yet Omari immediately recognized her as the girl he had been searching for.

Their meetings were brief, only two or three times, but she left a profound impression on him, one that he couldn't forget.

After returning to his home country, Omari began to nurture a bold and unwavering idea; he wanted her to become his lawful wife.

Yet, he never imagined he was too late and had missed out on her entire life.

He desperately wanted to ask Cheyenne, if time could be rewound, would she still choose Kelvin?

He longed to ask Cheyenne, if there was an afterlife, would the next version of her fall in love with him?

He wanted to tell Cheyenne, if he were to leave, she must never forget him!

selfishly wished for Cheyenne to remember him for a lifetime, even

I'm breaking my

to take care of you

"But now, it's impossible."

"Cheyenne..."

"I love you!"

of the room engulfed

today, most of the servants in

either the maids preparing meals in the

butler had instructed her

the hallway, felt something amiss. Why was there a significant amount of thick

her nose and mouth as she made

in the hallway had intensified, obscuring everything, including the lights. Despite this, she pressed on, only to discover that the smoke was emanating from Master Omari's room. Oh

"Master Omari!"

Omari, are you

"Master Omari, answer me!"

from outside the door, but there was no response. The maid, feeling

touched the door, she felt the scorching heat. She

Leon was afraid that Master Omari would escape. Master Leon had locked him in, and only Master Leon and

take more than

fire to burn for

her phone. After the call,

a

Master Omari is

had heard the

he had

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dazed, with only a

redness before him.

redness, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a

smile