Became A Queen After divorce

The Foley Villa in Akloit.

In front of the mirror stood a woman wearing a white cotton camisole nightgown that reached her knees, revealing fair arms and slender legs.

Her chestnut hair contrasted against her pale face; the once bright eyes were devoid of their youthful radiance on this day marking 1162nd day since she married Kelvin Foley.

For over three years, Cheyenne Lawrence was nominally “Mrs. Foley”, confined to this cold mansion, waiting for his occasional return.

At the thought of this, she suddenly laughed at herself.

How much courage did she have back then to think that she could warm up Kelvin, this stubborn and hardhearted man?

A servant approached her with a black evening gown in hand, her eyes filled with coldness and disdain.

“Miss Lawrence, Mr. Foley will be back soon. You should change into this dress to greet him.”

No one here acknowledged her as “Mrs. Foley”, whether Kelvin or the household servants.

Cheyenne Lawrence was like an unwanted person who they deeply despised.

She reached out her small hand and picked up the black long dress. She dressed like an exquisite and noble princess sitting obediently on the sofa waiting for that man’s arrival.

Then he would take her for divorce!

Yes, their marriage was coming to an end today because that woman had returned.

Cheyenne looked at herself in the mirror before suddenly bursting into a charming smile. After all it was her last day as “Mrs. Foley.”

She took out lipstick from her purse and painted it onto her lips while staring at herself on the phone screen.

She looked just like a fairy!

Outside the door came heavy yet rhythmic footsteps; each step felt like it tugged at Cheyenne’s heartstrings.

Despite a handful of his visits in the past three years, Cheyenne could recognize him immediately. It was him!

“Bang!”

The glass door was pushed open from the outside with force, and the autumn wind brought with it a flurry of dead leaves that landed by the man’s polished leather shoes.

He stepped on them without hesitation.

Looking up, she saw his long legs clad in black suit pants that accentuated his tall and lean frame.

He had a face that could charm anyone – sharp features and deep-set eyes as dark as an icy abyss. Right now, those eyes were filled with anger as they bore into her.

His gaze was cold like winter snow.

But she had grown accustomed to this look from him and simply smiled nonchalantly.

“Cheyenne, what are you dawdling for? We agreed on signing divorce papers!” he barked at her while walking towards her. He grabbed her delicate chin tightly between his fingers – it hurt.

Tears welled up in her eyes but Cheyenne refused to show any weakness in front of him. She would smile even if it meant gritting through clenched teeth.

“My dear husband,” she said softly yet casually, “you’re being too impatient! I just needed some time to put on my makeup.”

At this response, he roughly let go of her chin before storming off without another word.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As if touching something dirty, he pulled out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped his knobby fingers. Cheyenne winced at the sight.

She felt so cold that the chill from her blood almost took her breath away.

“Don’t call me your husband, you’re not worthy!” He glared at her like a bloodthirsty demon in the dark night.

Cheyenne licked her red lips and curved them into an elegant smile. Her bitter voice rang out, “Yes, I’m not worthy.”

Her delicate hands clenched into fists on either side of her thighs, leaving deep marks as she let her nails dig into her palms. But this pain was nothing compared to one percent of what Kelvin had inflicted upon her!

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Cheyenne gathered up the train of her dress, stood up and said softly, “As long as we haven’t completed our divorce procedures yet, I am still your wife.”

Upon hearing this, the man’s anger intensified as if he wanted to see through every inch of Cheyenne’s body.

“Do you really lack men so much? If you want it so badly, then just divorce me obediently. I’ll give you ten or eight replacements,” he sneered…

Ha! To get rid of her, he was even willing to cuckold himself.

Cheyenne’s heart hurt. He said that probably because he didn’t love her at all.

She turned around with a relaxed smile on her face and pretended to be cheerful as she replied, “Sure, thanks. I like gentle ones.”

In return, Kelvin’s disgust grew even deeper as he sneered, “Shameless!”

The woman’s smile deepened.

But no one knew the disappointment hidden behind that smile when she turned around.