Breaking Free from the Billionaire

Two years ago...There was no joyful welcome. There were only about twenty people who formed their own camps. Some guests openly disliked the bride, Sandra Campbell, for being too modest and not from a wealthy background. While there were also some guests didn't care about the wedding ceremony at all.For example, her father, Kleinn Campbell. Her father did not pay any attention to her and was busy with his smartphone. Her older brother, Harold Campbell, was chatting with his boyfriend.Only Laura Smith and Ruth Vanessa, her two best friends since high school, were still willing to help and support her.Sandra looked at her bridegroom with a smile on her lips. It was a dream for any woman in this world to marry the prince of their dreams.She was no exception. The man standing beside her looked so perfect in formal attire. His brown hair was neatly styled, further enhancing the good looks on his face.But those tanned eyes did not glance at her at all. His gaze was so empty, creatin

Sandra reconsidered Laura's offer this morning. It was definitely not a bad offer. Leaving this dismal married life behind wouldn't hurt her. Andrew had never given her anything, so what was she thinking about?It was just too hard. What should she tell Stacey? What would Stacey do if she found out that she had decided to divorce Andrew?She had already agreed to marry Andrew in exchange for covering her father's debt, so this was definitely not a choice she could take lightly.But...Ding! Dong!There was a bell that broke Sandra's reverie. She raised her brow, astonished. There was never anyone who rang her doorbell late at night like this.Was it Laura? That seemed impossible. Laura had just left me three hours ago, and there was no way she was coming back now. There was nothing left behind or any reason to come back.Ruth? No, no. It was definitely not Ruth. Ruth was currently out of the area taking care of her new restaurant business, so she couldn't possibly be here.As for the

Andrew lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Two weeks had passed since he decided to stay in the villa his ex-wife used to live in. He even neglected his work, cutting himself off from the outside world.His mind was only on Sandra Campbell.He didn't know what was happening to her; he really didn't understand. The second time he stepped into this place and walked through room after room to understand the reason behind Sandra's sudden departure, he found no answers.When he entered Sandra's room for the second time, he found a wedding ring on the nightstand—something he had just realized. Apart from the wedding ring she left, he realized how empty the house was like there was no trace that anyone had ever lived in this house.Everything was so empty and hollow. It was exactly how he felt right now.When his grandmother asked him to marry Sandra Campbell, he was really upset. He decided not to care about her, simply because he thought that his grandmother had forced her to

"I don't see any problems with this project. I've checked everything. The rest is just waiting for your approval, Andrew.""Let's talk about it in the office, not here.""Yes."Ethan held the elevator door, allowing Andrew to enter first, and followed him. He then glanced at Andrew once the elevator doors closed. There were only the two of them in there, allowing Ethan to observe Andrew.His best friend seemed to have forgotten about the incident two days ago because he saw that the man was back to his usual self. In his heart, he felt relieved. Andrew's order for Sandra to abort if she got pregnant was something he didn't want to do.He knew Andrew could be a complete idiot, but telling a woman to abort against her will?That wasn't stupid. It was cruel, and he couldn't just agree to Andrew's order. If someone were told to choose to carry out Andrew's order to terminate Sandra's pregnancy (if Sandra was really pregnant) or beat Andrew to death, he would definitely choose the secon

Meanwhile, Amelia restrained herself from laughing when she heard the seller's words."Well, we should get going," Sandra grabbed Amelia's hand, took the empty plate, and gave it to the seller. “I have a lot of things to do. Thanks for the cake and lemon water.”“Oh, sure, sure. Wait a minute," the seller ran hastily, leaving Sandra and Amelia, then returned with a large bag. "Here. This is for you."“Eh? No need to bother–”"I insist," the seller insisted. “You have given me good novel recommendations, and I already consider you like my own child. There's no need to hesitate.""Then it can't be helped," Sandra gave in, accepting the seller's gift. “I'll pay–”"This is free. Pro bono, Kid!”"What if I pay half the price..." Sandra didn't dare continue speaking when the seller put her hands on her hips. "Okay, okay. I accept.""That's just the answer I wanted," the seller finally smiled happily, patted Sandra on the shoulder, and rubbed the top of Amelia's head. “I also have to take ca