Divorce After Deception
Chapter 1
When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone.
It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman.
The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to marry in just a week.
"Miss Angelina, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago.
With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my young assistant in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said.
Richard was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "Angelina?"
"Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes.
"Are we not going to check out the wedding venue?" Richard asked hesitantly.
I didn’t answer. My mind was swirling with rightful anger and betrayal, while another part of me was considering the best way to proceed with a divorce.
Richard, a junior from my university days, was attentive and astute, knowing better than to pry. He drove us back to my apartment instead of the estate I shared with Evander.
Once home, I went straight to my study and opened my phone to take a closer look at the tweet.
I recognized the poster. She was Evander's long-lost love, a high school and college sweetheart he had dated for three years. She eventually moved abroad, and they parted on good terms after one final trip to the Scottish Highlands—an overused yet seemingly harmless story.
It’s been seven years since their breakup. Evander never hesitated to mention her around me. At reunions, his friends were always friendly, occasionally reminiscing about that relationship before encouraging Evander to cherish what he had now.
What did Evander say back then? I closed my eyes to remember.
He had earnestly promised, "I know. I’d never do anything to hurt Angelina. I’ve moved on."
Right, that’s what he called moving on.
No matter. I can show Evander what it truly means to let go.
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