Trouble in Paradise

An hour later, a 60-second video of Nicholas and I bidding our farewells in front of the court made headlines.

People online even commented that the scene where Nicholas's coat billowed about in the wind as he watched me leave surpassed those in tragic films. "Just how desperate was she to file for a divorce right after her miscarriage?

A wry smile crossed my face. Indeed, those people online knew just how to twist the knife.

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Some people interested in our past, but all they could find were scènes of me flaunting our relationship during Claudia's press conference.

One comment under my Instagram post read, "I've never seen such a drastic turn of events before. It's impossible to ship you guys."

They thought our tragic ending was destined as our previous show of affection had been a facade.

I tossed my phone aside and stared blankly at the ceiling. Feeling utterly drained, I threw myself on my bed.

The video lingered in my mind, and Nicholas's incessant questioning broke my heart. I didn't even dare to look out the window because I knew he would be downstairs.

Before I could relax, a knock sounded at my door. I held my breath and waited for a few seconds. It was too polite to be Nicholas.

Not being in the mood and feeling totally spent, I initially planned to ignore whoever that was at my door. But then, I heard Wendy's voice.

I opened the door, only to find her standing there with bags of fresh ingredients. But there was another person with her as well.

I hadn't expected to meet Nicholas so soon. We literally had just been

separated minutes ago.

Resentment burned in my eyes as I looked at him. Why did he still have to show up in front of me after lingering in my mind?

I stood at the door and said coldly, "Mr. Hawk, it'll make you look bad if you keep pestering me."

His jaw was set as he fell silent and pressed his lips together.

Wendy took my hand and said, "Mrs. Hawk, let him in. He's worried that you might not be able to take good care of yourself, so he brought me here. He still cares about you."

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Whether he cared about me or not no longer mattered to me. Only Wendy had genuinely cared for me ever since my mother's passing, so I couldn't bring myself to snap at her. "I can't allow this. We're already divorced," I said. "Wendy, you were on my side before."

A sigh escaped Wendy's lips. "That's why I wanted you to think this through. Your parents are no longer around, so are you planning to live alone for the rest of your life?" Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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"We're not divorced yet," Nicholas suddenly croaked. "Not yet..."

He forced a bitter smile, and I noticed the stark contrast between his ashen expression and his dark eyes. His dim gaze made him appear even more pathetic.

"Why can't you let me in when we're not divorced yet?" he questioned, seemingly having his hope rekindled.

"You..." I was rendered speechless.

Slapping her thigh, Wendy dragged me away from the door and said, "Let's talk inside. Close the door. She can't bear the wind."

Once Nicholas turned around and closed the door, she seemed pleased. She then carried the ingredients into the kitchen. +25 BONUS

My mood immediately soured. "If you're going to stay, I'll leave."

It felt suffocating with him around. Just as I walked past him with my head. hung low, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. He met my gaze and sobbed, "Ari, I don't want a divorce anymore!"