All Chapters of Three Years of Lies: The Fake Wife’s Mega Comeback : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kieran scowled deeply, his brows twisted into a tight knot as he gripped his wine glass tightly. Was the agreement between Rhett and Eleanor really unimportant to her? Rhett was pursuing her in vain because she didn't feel anything for him? Above all, he questioned whether a tiny part of her still cared about him. Did she even somewhat miss the life they had shared? Haley had once been as innocent as a blank canvas throughout their four years together, her heart exposed for him to break and her thoughts easy to read. But in a matter of months, she had become enigmatic and incomprehensible, much like her paintings, which he had never comprehended. He saw those paintings as little more than haphazard brushstrokes and a meaningless patchwork of hues. He had never bothered to acknowledge her talent, yet someone was willing to pay a fortune for them and even hold this magnificent art display for her. Kieran was standing in the exhibition hall of the premier art center in the city at

Kieran’s temper snapped as a wave of irritation swept through him. "Lydia, you're still whining when I haven't even made progress with you? If you don't stop, we'll go to the courtroom tomorrow to file for divorce. I can't bear this life any longer!" Kieran turned to go after picking up Riley, but a thin hand stopped him. He looked up to see Vance standing there in a beige trench coat with his arms crossed and a cool, amused grin on his face, as though he had been observing the mayhem for several minutes. Kieran blushed scarlet with embarrassment and stammered, "Vance, w-what are you doing here?" "I should be asking you that," Vance said, glancing over him before dismissively glancing at Lydia, who was still sobbing behind him and had smudged makeup. "Your wife is here screaming and crying while Haley is having a happy show today. Is that suitable? Cry at home, not here, if someone in your family passed away.” Anger reddened Kieran’s face. "No one died, Vance! Don't say stupid

Their eyes met, and Haley’s fingers moved to the zipper of his casual jacket, carefully opening it to show off his toned chest and abs—firm, strong, and sufficient to rekindle a long-dormant spark in her chest. After taking a slow sip from his wine glass, Rhett grabbed the back of her head and leaned in to give her the sweet-tart wine. His lips lightly touched hers as the liquid slid into her mouth. Her thin arms tightened around his neck as her heart skipped a beat. Breaths caught in their throats as their lips pressed against one another. Lost in the romantic moment, she fluttered her eyes wide for a time before shutting them again. He gently placed her against the wine cabinet, his warm palms supporting her waist and the back of her head as he effortlessly hoisted her into his arms. She had no idea that the supposedly restrained, conventional Rhett could be so kind and talented. He kissed her and lay her down gently, walking from the bar counter to the sofa. As soon a

"Vance, who would've thought Haley’s leg ratio is almost as good as yours?" Vance crossed his arms and pushed out his chest, his voice full of pride: "Of course! Haley has an impeccable golden ratio figure.” Slowly, Rhett’s eyes followed her from her high heels to her matte silk stockings, then to her neck, upper torso, and finally her face. His deep, low voice sent thrills down her spine as he said, "First time seeing you in black." Their eyes locked, his stare full of pure admiration. Haley typically dressed in light colors, favoring a delicate, refined look that complemented her serene personality. For four years, Kieran had forbidden her from trying black because he believed she couldn't pull it off since it was too daring and too seductive. She was eager to flaunt her attractive and seductive side in front of everyone today. She wanted Kieran to know that roses weren't simply red or white; there was also the black rose, which was a powerful, elegant, and enigmatic flower

Haley faltered a little, her gaze hardening in an instant. "Watch where you're going—are you blind?" she said as she quickly turned around and gave Lydia a hard smack across the face, causing a loud "crack" to reverberate throughout the bathroom. "Oh, it's you," Haley said with a chilly smile and a tone full of contempt. “I ought to have been aware.” Lydia screamed and grasped her hurting cheek, raising her fist to retaliate. "Bitch! How dare you strike me?" But Haley’s grip on her wrist was so tight that Lydia scowled in agony. She moved in closer, her eyes piercing Lydia as she towered over her. "What? Would you like to return to prison?” Lydia’s face instantly lost all of its color. She struggled feebly against Haley’s hold as her wrist throbbed and she was forced to lower her hand. She gritted her teeth and mustered a chilly laugh. "Hey, bitch! Don't believe Kieran will come back to you if you defeat me on stage tonight! Go ahead and dream!" With a neutral smile, Haley t