He Divorced Me, I Marry A Bigger Billionaire!
Instead, a woman sat, sipping a martini, her black dress clinging to her curves, her glossy hair cascading in waves.
She was gorgeous—high cheekbones, full lips, an aura that screamed power and sex appeal.
She was Japanese, like Kaito. Her dark eyes locked on me with familiarity. Which was weird cause I know I've never met her before.
“Oh, you must be the Lisa,” she said, her voice smooth and lightly accented. Her smile more smirk than warm.
She stood, offering a manicured hand, her nails were blood-red.
“I’m Hana Tanaka.”
Confusion slammed into me harder. Tanaka—Kaito’s surname. My stomach twisted, a sick dread rising.
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