Lucian turned to look at Calista. "Because you're an idiot. Something's wrong up there, and you're blind." "I—" Calista was so pissed that she started smiling. "Why should I waste time talking to a pig?" She turned to open the car door, but Lucian grabbed her arm to stop her. A shadow crept across his handsome face. Outside, Bryan got no response from inside the car and began to worry. The knocks on the window became more frequent and urgent. "Claude, are you alright?" "Claude?" Lucian repeated. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. "How sweet. We haven't gotten divorced, yet you're already eager to cheat on me. It seems like your taste in men has gotten worse," he said through gritted teeth. Calista didn't bother explaining the misunderstanding that started because of that nickname. It wasn't that important anymore. "You're right. I've always had bad taste in men. That's why I married you. Bryan and I are just co—friends. Stop thinking badly about others when you're on

It never crossed Calista's mind that Lucian would suddenly agree to their divorce. She should be happy about it, right? She smiled triumphantly. "Thank you for granting my wish." She turned and left the gloomy place. When she got home, she prepared all the documents that were required. Then, she put them into her bag. She froze for a moment as she looked at the photo of them. It was taken on the day they registered their marriage. They were married for three years. Yet, this was the only photo of them together. Calista stared at the expressionless man in the photo and felt her heart break a little inside. Thank goodness this exhausting marriage was coming to an end. No more waiting in the empty living room every night, staring at the clock and guessing if Lucian would come home. Her heart would also stop racing at his slightest touch. She would finally stop thinking that he actually had feelings for her. She took a final glance at the photo. Then, she shoved it into the d

Selena was taken aback. "You didn't? Then, what about the red mark on your neck?" Selena's eyes widened. "Are you back with that woman, Lily? Did she leave that mark on you? "You're intentionally trying to anger me, aren't you? Let's be clear. I'll never accept you being with her. Whether it's in the past or now!" Selena would have thrown another pillow if there was more on the bed. Lucian instinctively touched his neck. "You've got it all wrong." He didn't explain himself further. Instead, he headed to the bathroom while frowning. Meanwhile, Calista left the hospital under the scorching sun. Yara had messaged her. She invited her to dinner later that night, and Calista agreed to go. It was still early, and she didn't need to go to the studio. So, Calista decided to visit the supermarket and buy some essential items.…Yara drove over to pick Calista up after finishing her work. "I closed a big deal today. Let me take you to a nice place to celebrate your escape fr

The manager turned around upon hearing the accusation. He politely asked Calista, "Is what Mr. Mitchell said true?"The manager didn't want to resort to checking the surveillance footage. The guests of Luminary Lounge were typically wealthy and valued their privacy. They preferred not to be closely examined. "No, it's not. That man harassed me. He even kicked my friend. If you don't believe me, you can ask your employees here," Calista replied firmly.The two waiters who stood nearby nodded in agreement. The manager understood the situation. However, the manager was quick to judge. He had never met Calista before. He quietly assessed her attire, which appeared modest without any expensive jewelry. On the other hand, he was familiar with Alexander, despite his recent downturn. The manager handled the situation swiftly. He hoped to diffuse the tension."Madam, it seems your friend wasn't seriously injured. How about we let this matter go? Of course, the gentleman will be responsible f

The bedroom fell into a dead silence for a few seconds. A faint aroma of alcohol lingered in the air. Only then did Lucian belatedly realize what Calista had said moments ago. She said, "Lucian, I feel like vomiting." "Calista!" He gritted his teeth, calling out her name in anger. But eventually, he got up with an unpleasant expression. Then, he headed to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Calista closed her eyes again. She was unconscious and unaware of her surroundings. She slept deeply until the following day. The glaring daylight woke her up. Her eyes wandered around the unfamiliar ceiling. She tried to understand what was happening. Then, she realized she wasn't at her place. Calista had a splitting headache from the hangover. She lifted her head and looked around. It seemed like she was in a hotel room. Instinctively, she glanced at her clothes. The clothes she had worn yesterday had been replaced with an oversized men's shirt of luxurious fabric. After three years of being