Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Getting Even

As soon as Draven Trevino finished speaking, Aleah Boyle went limp and fell into his arms as if she had sprained her ankle or lost all her bones.

Cierra Boyle raised her eyebrow.

Many people looked at Cierra because of this scene.

As the news of Mrs. Trevino’s extramarital affair had recently spread online, most people present were aware that Draven Trevino and this wife designated by Ernest Trevino were still not divorced.

Even though the marriage between Mr. and Mrs. Trevino had long been over, and it was well-known that Draven Trevino was going to marry Aleah Boyle, as long as the formalities were not completed, the nature of the relationship was still different.

Many people present couldn’t bear to watch this scene. Behaving like this in front of someone’s current wife, it is not too much to say she is the third wheel.

Moreover, it was you, Aleah Boyle, who exposed Mrs. Trevino’s affair to the media. Now that the couple hasn’t divorced yet, isn’t it fair to say that you are the third party entangled with the man?

“Aleah, get up.” Draven Trevino said with no emotion.

Under the watchful gaze of the onlookers, Draven Trevino’s expression remained unchanged.

Aleah Boyle did not dare to play more tricks, “Sorry, Draven, the dress is too long…” said Aleah Boyle, standing up straight with the hem of her dress in her hands, looking guilty.

As with those people, the gaze of Draven Trevino was directed towards Cierra Boyle, not looking at Aleah Boyle anymore.

Aleah Boyle’s voice stopped abruptly. She followed Draven Trevino’s gaze to look over, a hint of viciousness appearing in her eyes.

To everyone’s disappointment, there was no trace of displeasure on Cierra Boyle’s face.

Like the majority of the crowd, she watched the scene in front of her with interest.

As she finally noticed the stares from the crowd, she exclaimed in surprise, “What are you all looking at me for? She hasn’t even knelt down yet, not to mention how much property I deserved.

How can I continue with this show?”

Her playful tone elicited laughter from the crowd.

However, some people couldn’t laugh.

As Draven Trevino’s gaze became dark, he stared at her for a long time before speaking, “Cierra, why do you have to be so aggressive? Last time, it was understandable that you were upset with

what happened and didn’t want to go back to the Boyle family. You could have just talked it out. Did you really have to create an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone here?”

His tone became almost stern towards the end.

“Mr. Trevino, what are you talking about? What do you mean by saying that everyone is uncomfortable? I feel pretty comfortable in my heart,”

Cierra Boyle widened her eyes and replied innocently, her words leaving Draven Trevino at a loss

for words for a moment,

“And I think most of the guests here should be quite comfortable, with food, drinks, and a good show to watch. I have to say that Ms. Boyle’s acting skills are really good, worthy of her profession.”

She smiled and added, winking provocatively at Aleah Boyle.

Aleah Boyle gritted her teeth so hard that they were about to break.

She wiped away her tears and wailed, “What do you mean, sister? Are you saying that holding this banquet for you tonight was a mistake?

We made such a big effort because we value you, don’t we? Do you really have to hate me and our parents just because the mistake I made in the past? Don’t forget, you were also raised by our parents!” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her fierce words, coupled with Aleah Boyle’s resentful expression, made it seem as if Cierra Boyle

was a total villain.

She could almost imagine how much criticism she and Coby Barton would receive if the current scene of confrontation were posted online.

She gave a smile, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

“You clearly wish I would just drop dead right now, yet you insist on calling me ‘sister” so sweetly. Your acting skills are deserving my praising.”

Cierra Boyle asked rhetorically in disbelief.

Probably because her words were too straightforward, or because the gaze was too sharp, tearing apart the dark thoughts in Aleah Boyle’s heart. For a moment, she even forgot to cry and just stared at

her blankly.

Unaware of the expression on the woman behind him, Draven Trevino only felt that Cierra Boyle was a bit too extreme.

He couldn’t help but frown and took a step forward.

But before he could say anything, he was stopped by Coby Barton.

“Mr. Trevino, although I had no intention of interfering in my sister’s past family affairs, don’t think that she has no one to rely on. As her husband, you have already helped outsiders once or twice. I don’t ask you to protect my sister, but I hope you won’t interfere too much.”

“It’s okay, Coby. Anyway, I’ve signed the divorce agreement with Mr. Trevino. It doesn’t matter to me who he wants to protect.”

Cierra Boyle tugged on Coby Barton’s sleeve and comforted him in a gentle voice, without even looking at Draven Trevino,

“Anyway, this matter will soon come to an end.”

Draven Trevino glanced at her face, but couldn’t discern anything.

She maintained a smile throughout, and her delicate makeup seemed to put on a mask for her, concealing any genuine expression.

Cierra Boyle didn’t pay attention to his gaze of measuring.

She turned her head and looked at the three members of the Boyle family opposite, her smile deepened, “You have been hypocritical to me for so long, it must be hard work.”

“Cierra…” Vanessa Foley still wants to explain.

“Mrs. Boyle, save it. Let me finish first.”

Vanessa Foley was still trying to save the situation. Unfortunately, before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Cierra Boyle.

She spoke slowly, letting go of Coby Barton’s hand, looking calm and composed,

“When my brother and I first arrived, we made it clear that we came to talk things out and settle accounts. I’m not interested in watching you all continue to put on an act, so don’t pretend to be sad

anymore.”

As she spoke, she opened her handbag again.

Suddenly everyone fell silent, and all eyes were on them.

Cierra Boyle took out two items from her bag.

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One is the relationship severance letters that everyone has seen and familiar with,

with signatures and fingerprints.

The other was a debit card.

“The total amount in this card is eight million. It’s an undeniable fact that you have raised me for the first fourteen years of my life, which cannot be erased. According to the annual allowance of 30

thousand dolloars, the total amount for fourteen years is 4.2 million. My brother suggested rounding it up to five million for the sake of simplicity.

The other three million dollars were used to buy the birthday gift that Ernest had given me over the

years.

Although it’s true that I have had the privilege of experiencing a certain lifestyle due to your identity, after you returned, Ernest also prepared gifts for you, so nominally speaking, I think the ownership of those things still belongs to me. I hope Ms. Boyle will return those things to me, and this 3 million can be regarded as compensation.”

Her words were impartial, and even self-deprecating, as if she was speaking up for the Boyle

family.

She had put herself in a position of being unfilial and unrighteous, just to clarify things and get back the things that Ernest gave her.

If there was anything that compelled her to come back after everything in New York was settled, it would probably be to come back every year on Ernest’s death anniversary and put a bouquet of flowers on his grave.

Vanessa Foley and the rest did not expect that Cierra Boyle came here today is to say these words, they felt both angry and suffocated in hearts.

However, Vanessa Foley quickly realized that those words were in their favor, and she immediately took the moral high ground.

“Cierra, you said that you couldn’t erase the fact that we raised you, but now you’re just using money to repay us for our kindness? Earlier when we hoped for you to come back, you couldn’t stop talking about money. Our family never educated you in such a way!”

Cierra Boyle looked up, and the smile on her face suddenly disappeared.

“Mrs. Boyle I already put it properly. Do you really need me to explain everything in detail for you? Don’t you know what the Boyle family has done to me? Why do I only account for the first fourteen years? Don’t you know?”