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Story: His Ex Was the Wife
Nick informed me that any changes to his assets would have an impact on his company’s upcoming IPO.
I signed not because I believed him, but because I didn’t have the energy to argue with him.
After receiving the certificate, I stood at the entrance, waiting for a taxi.
Nick came over and grabbed my hand, “How long will you be with your parents? Give me your address and I’ll pay you a visit with some gifts.”
I replied coldly, “That’s unnecessary.”
He sensed that I was truly different this time, and his grip on my hand tightened unconsciously.
He enquired hesitantly, “Helen, you will remarry me, right?”
Gianna walked over, looking concerned, “Nick, my son has a fever.” What shall I do?”
I drew my hand away and told them, “I hope your filming goes well.”
Then I got in the taxi.
As the car began to move, my tears flowed uncontrollably.
Looking at the familiar divorce certificate in my hand, my heart felt like it was being pierced with needles.
Back then, I had jumped headfirst into the whirlpool of his love, with no way out.
My college roommate had warned me, “Remarrying a divorced man isn’t always reliable. Don’t be so foolish to believe everything.”
But I strongly defended him, saying, “My Nick is different from the others. “He genuinely loves me.”
“I know you’re going to say that a successful man like him must be surrounded by women. It’s okay; I’m prepared. I’ve told him that I’ll understand if he has casual flings outside, as long as I’m in his heart, I’ll forgive him. I’m committed to him for the rest of my life!”
Unexpectedly, I spent seven years of my youth only to end up with a broken heart.
After exiting the taxi, I walked straight into my parents’ luxurious villa.
As soon as I opened the gate, my mother smiled and asked me to close my eyes.
I closed my eyes and allowed her to lead me forward.
“Okay, you can open them now.”
A Ferrari stood in front of me, flanked by my good friend Cole and my father.
Dad gave a grin and stated, “My dear daughter, I was going to give you this gift, but Cole insisted on surprising you himself, so I got you this instead.”
He took out a sapphire necklace from behind his back, as if performing a magic trick.
I saw this necklace in the news just two days ago, and it was said to have been purchased by a mysterious person for an astronomical sum of more than $100 million.
I never expected my dad to surprise me.
My eyes welled up with tears again. Looking at the three people smiling at me, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart. Perhaps everything was arranged by fate. As I lost love, family and friendship filled the void in my broken heart.
We ate lunch together before Cole returned to his company for some business.
Mom sat with me on the sofa for a private conversation.
“My dear, Cole seems to be paying close attention to you. Your father claims to have good character and his own career. Why don’t you consider him now that you’re divorced?”
I laughed out loud: “Mom, stop trying to play matchmaker. “He is not straight.”
I signed not because I believed him, but because I didn’t have the energy to argue with him.
After receiving the certificate, I stood at the entrance, waiting for a taxi.
Nick came over and grabbed my hand, “How long will you be with your parents? Give me your address and I’ll pay you a visit with some gifts.”
I replied coldly, “That’s unnecessary.”
He sensed that I was truly different this time, and his grip on my hand tightened unconsciously.
He enquired hesitantly, “Helen, you will remarry me, right?”
Gianna walked over, looking concerned, “Nick, my son has a fever.” What shall I do?”
I drew my hand away and told them, “I hope your filming goes well.”
Then I got in the taxi.
As the car began to move, my tears flowed uncontrollably.
Looking at the familiar divorce certificate in my hand, my heart felt like it was being pierced with needles.
Back then, I had jumped headfirst into the whirlpool of his love, with no way out.
My college roommate had warned me, “Remarrying a divorced man isn’t always reliable. Don’t be so foolish to believe everything.”
But I strongly defended him, saying, “My Nick is different from the others. “He genuinely loves me.”
“I know you’re going to say that a successful man like him must be surrounded by women. It’s okay; I’m prepared. I’ve told him that I’ll understand if he has casual flings outside, as long as I’m in his heart, I’ll forgive him. I’m committed to him for the rest of my life!”
Unexpectedly, I spent seven years of my youth only to end up with a broken heart.
After exiting the taxi, I walked straight into my parents’ luxurious villa.
As soon as I opened the gate, my mother smiled and asked me to close my eyes.
I closed my eyes and allowed her to lead me forward.
“Okay, you can open them now.”
A Ferrari stood in front of me, flanked by my good friend Cole and my father.
Dad gave a grin and stated, “My dear daughter, I was going to give you this gift, but Cole insisted on surprising you himself, so I got you this instead.”
He took out a sapphire necklace from behind his back, as if performing a magic trick.
I saw this necklace in the news just two days ago, and it was said to have been purchased by a mysterious person for an astronomical sum of more than $100 million.
I never expected my dad to surprise me.
My eyes welled up with tears again. Looking at the three people smiling at me, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart. Perhaps everything was arranged by fate. As I lost love, family and friendship filled the void in my broken heart.
We ate lunch together before Cole returned to his company for some business.
Mom sat with me on the sofa for a private conversation.
“My dear, Cole seems to be paying close attention to you. Your father claims to have good character and his own career. Why don’t you consider him now that you’re divorced?”
I laughed out loud: “Mom, stop trying to play matchmaker. “He is not straight.”