บททั้งหมดของ Come With Me, Rejected Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

A few days later."Pandora! It's so good to see you," Arabella exclaimed, hugging her friend tightly. After so long, they were finally reuniting."The pleasure is all mine, honey. You're radiant! That marriage to Eduard brought back your sparkle," Pandora said with a smile full of joy. Her friend and lawyer didn't miss a single detail."Oh, don't say that... I just got married, and you were a witness to my previous divorce. I'm not so sure that this time is as real as it seems," Arabella replied, shrugging her shoulders with a skeptical smile."Well, either way, tell me something more important... did you manage to get proof of your sister's plagiarism of your work?""No. It's been more complicated than I imagined. The gallery refuses to help me. They say they have an exclusive contract with Lauren. It seems they have her on a pedestal."Just then, the waitress arrived with two cups of coffee. Pandora took a sip with enthusiasm."Mmm... friend, this has a solution. You have influenc

The next two days passed quickly, and finally the big day of the business forum arrived. Eduard had left the house early, while Arabella remained in her studio, absorbed in her painting."Madam, are you busy?" Antonia's voice broke her concentration."Oh, Antonia, I'm just putting the finishing touches on this piece," Arabella replied, still looking at her canvas. "Tell me, is something wrong?"Antonia gave a mischievous smile and held out her hands, giving her a small box."The master's assistant asked me to give you this. She says it's a gift from him."Arabella placed the paintbrush on the table and opened the box with curiosity. Her eyes widened when she discovered its contents: a necklace, but not just any necklace.She carefully took it between her fingers, and she immediately blushed. It was a couple's necklace, similar to the one she once shared with Fernando, but this one was finely crafted in gold, with precious stone inlays."It's... beautiful," she murmured, unable to h

Fernando returned to his hotel room with his blood boiling. Without thinking, he went straight to the bar, took out a bottle of wine, and took a long drink straight from the neck."Arabella , damn it! You can't love another man," he yelled, feeling helpless.He couldn't accept that his wife, his great love, was married to someone else. It was inadmissible! He was convinced that Arabella was being manipulated, that, deep down, the woman who had once loved him was still there. What had he done so wrong for her to stop loving him? he asked himself again and again.The image of Arabella —the one he still considered his—caressing her new husband's lips, the messages she had sent him, that sweet tone she used with Eduard, the same one she used to talk to him when they first started, made his blood boil.His chest hurt as if something were compressing it from the inside."This is my fault," he murmured bitterly.The memories hit him hard: Mariana, the auction, that trip together with the sec

Arabella returned to the foyer. Eduard was waiting for her and couldn't help but look her up and down. The dress fit her perfectly; tonight, she looked simply spectacular.During the ride to the party, they barely exchanged words, but once at the event, the atmosphere cheered her up. Eduard spared no effort in introducing her to everyone as his wife, which gave her a certain sense of security. He even introduced her to Caleb, his best friend, who was surprised to see her."Arabella ," the man said, approaching with a warm smile as he held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Eduard has talked a lot about you.""A pleasure," she replied, returning the gesture."I'm Caleb, this great man's best friend. I'm truly glad you're here. He's been waiting for this moment for a long time..."Caleb's insinuating tone did not go unnoticed. Knowing the feelings Eduard had harbored for Arabella for years, he couldn't help but allude to them. But Eduard, uncomfortable and determined to chang

Arabella was not willing to give up so easily. Her stepsister would not get away with it. With determination, she gathered all the evidence she had at her disposal to formally accuse Lauren of plagiarism, and her first step was to go to the Local Art Association. However, from the moment she crossed the door, the obstacles began."Ma'am, I already told you that you must schedule an appointment with the president. The agenda is full for the next four months. Would you like me to schedule it?" the receptionist asked with arrogance, not bothering to hide her indifference."No, thank you," Arabella replied in a sharp tone, giving her a scathing look.As she walked away, she muttered under her breath. It was clear that in this city they idolized Lauren, and no one was going to make it easy for her.Despite everything, she didn't give up. With Pandora's help, she managed to escalate the case to the National Art Association. Her lawyer got her an appointment with the president for the foll