Sorry, We're Divorced

Large rocks tumbled down from the mountaintop unexpectedly. It crashed into the bus, which Noelle Xanthos happened to be in, and the two cars ahead. The cars were buried beneath the rubble right away. Meanwhile, the bus got struck so hard that it jerked violently before flipping onto its side."Wren, we encountered a landslide! I'm going to die!" A woman on the bus bawled while shrieking into her phone.With trembling hands, Noelle fished her phone out and sent Quentin Lowe a voice message. "I'm scared, Quentin… Can you come and get me?"The shivering in her voice made it evident that she was crying.Yet, there was no response from the other end.Noelle sat near the window, so her head smashed into the glass when the bus flipped over. The girl sitting beside her also crashed into her. When everything finally stilled, Noelle could no longer move one of her arms.Pain, chaos, stuffiness, fear, and helplessness overwhelmed the small, cramped space. Noelle felt as if she were drown

Of course, Noelle's text went unanswered.The next day, she went to John's villa with two dark circles around her eyes. She was halfway through dealing with work when Yvette came looking for her.Yvette drove a trendy red Porsche, and she donned a fashionable, neat outfit. She brought Noelle to watch a movie. Noelle couldn't refuse her, so she had no choice but to go along. After the movie, Yvette treated her to Frosan cuisine. She couldn't help but ask, "Have you heard any news about your cousin?""Why don't you call Quentin if you miss him that much?" asked a giggling Yvette. She took her phone from her bag, dialed Quentin's number, and shoved the phone to Noelle. "Go on, talk to him!"Noelle was only worried Quentin would get scammed in a foreign country and never asked to speak with him. So, at that moment, she was at a loss. The phone was like a ticking time bomb in her hands."Yes?" A calm voice rang out from the other end of the call.Noelle's heart skipped a beat, and s

A lightbulb went off in Martin's head, and he spoke confidently. "I bet you fought with your wife, right, Mr. Lowe? A man should set aside his pride to appease his woman whenever she's angry. Your wife is more important than your pride, background, and status!"After all this time, he realized that Noelle was waiting for Quentin at the courthouse because she wanted to threaten him with a divorce. As for why Quentin suddenly had a business trip, he did it to avoid the divorce."Is that so?" Quentin shot a stern and pointed look toward Martin. Martin jolted and stopped talking.Martin recalled how the elders of the Lowe family had arranged the marriage between Noelle and Quentin. Like everyone else, he knew Quentin only had eyes for Xyla. So, he couldn't believe he had made such a blind assumption.Quentin readjusted his eye mask and looked like he was about to rest. Alas, he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't believe Noelle was that adamant about divorcing him when all he did was say

Noelle might have locked her door, but it only took Quentin a few tries to figure out the passcode combination. Meanwhile, Noelle was having a nightmare, in which a handsome but cold middle-aged man approached her threateningly. He demanded, "Apologize!""No!" With her eyes brimming with tears, she yelled at him stubbornly."If you don't, get lost and never come home. Never!""Never!"Noelle cried her heart out in her dreams. Quentin, who had just broken in, frowned hard and proceeded to the second floor quizzically.He found her crying and trembling under the light blue blanket in the bed. He walked over and flipped the blanket open. "Noelle?"What was wrong with her? Why was she crying?She opened her teary eyes and stared at him in confusion. Although she was woken up, she felt disoriented and groggy. The man standing in front of him overlapped with the memory of him from three years ago.Three years ago, she was embroiled in an argument with her father when Quentin walked

John raised a brow in amusement. He received a client's call and had to leave. Before that, he glanced in the direction of Noelle's room.She seemed to have drifted to sleep. While she was usually rosy and healthy, at the moment, she looked pallid and feeble. The sight of her evoked his sympathy.He instructed his driver to stay behind and look after Noelle before leaving.…Back at Joseph's clinic, Quentin was undergoing treatment. He had a medicinal balm applied to his ankle. Dennis entered the treatment room and taunted him. "Hah! Serves you right! Should've broken your leg too! Just look at the things you'd do for a fake bitch."Quentin glared at him. "Xy isn't a fake bitch!"Speechless, Dennis retorted, "Fine. Speak up for her. I can't believe you'd fall helplessly for a woman who wouldn't save your life when you needed it."Quentin ignored Dennis' taunts. Once the time was up, he wiped his ankle clean before putting on his shoes. He left after that.Joseph's balm was pret