Divorced but Delighted

Chapter 210

Chapter 210 Praying

Ryan was instantly shocked when he came to the office the next day. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

The man in a suit and tie usually sat at his desk, staring unshaven at a broken phone screen in front of him, and he looked “despondent.”

Ryan didn’t know what cut his palm, but there was another scar on it that had already healed. The dried blood had solidified on the wound, looking ferocious and horrible.

Ryan had a strange look. Unlike his usual lazy self, he knocked on Draven’s desk.

“Draven, are you all right?”

Without saying a word, he stared at the phone before him.

Ryan didn’t know what to say.

He scratched his head, stared at Draven for a while, and said hesitantly.

“Don’t be too sad because of what happened yesterday. Aleah… You know what she is. You said that you married her because she is good to you. Marrying her will fulfill your wish. You had to manage the company.”

Although Ryan felt it was not worth it to feel sad for a woman like Aleah, as Draven’s good brother, he could understand Draven.

Moreover, it was in the middle of the night when it was accessible to sentiment. Yesterday, he had worried about Draven when he saw his appearance.

As expected, something happened during the night.

He didn’t expect this woman to be a big blow to him. What the hell?

Just as Ryan was sighing with emotion, the man at the desk suddenly spoke.

“Who told you that I was sad because of Aleah?”

Only then did he reply to him.

Ryan was stunned. “Isn’t it? Otherwise, what else could have such a heavy blow to you?”

A video of his bride having sex with another man was broadcasted on the spot on his wedding scene. It was usual for him to be depressed.

Just as Ryan was about to persuade Draven not to be stubborn, he heard the latter speak. What Draven said also shocked him.

Draven picked up the broken phone with a self–deprecating smile, and his voice was indifferent.

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“That’s right. I should have seen what kind of woman she is. It’s ridiculous that I met her requirements again and again…”

He should see through Aleah while he found the scars on Cierra’s body the last time.

No, it should be earlier.

When she copied the surveillance video and sold them to the Internet to slander Cierra, He should have known Aleah was just a woman who would do anything for her own purpose.

She used the trust he had given her o scheme against him.

He allowed her to enter the Trevino Group building and into his office, but in the end,

The phone number saved on his phone had been modified, and the surveillance video he had gotten

was taken out as evidence of a fan war.

Why did he think that he liked Aleah?

Was it just because of that cake?

If getting close to him was a scheme from the beginning, did it mean that the cake was put there by

someone else and recognized by her?

After careful calculation, Cierra had spent even more time by his side.

They grew up together. Cierra was almost with him everywhere except when he was learning or

teaching.

Cierra was the one who had stayed by his side the longest.

Even when Aleah came back later, she often appeared in various ways.

She came to the Trevino family to accompany his grandfather, cook for him, and take care of the

flowers and plants for him… There was all her trace anywhere.

However, she was taciturnly compared to the vivid and beautiful girl in the past. She permanently

lowered her head and let others ignore her existence.

Was it just because her presence was low that her companions didn’t count?

At that time, he didn’t realize it. When he thought about it again, it seemed she was everywhere, and Aleah was not accompanying him.

Every time it was because of Aleah’s call, he would use all kinds of excuses to go there.

Because of this, he quarreled with his grandfather every time and ran away from home rebelliously.

Now that he thought about it, someone silently accompanied him in those unbearable memories.

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How could he be alone?

It was he who had created his tragedy.

He had made his grandfather angry every day because of Aleah. Ultimately, he did not even have time to see his grandfather for the last time when he passed away.

What a joke!

He thought that no one could control him now. He felt free, could do what he wanted, and marry the person he wanted.

But the fact was…

Only when the wedding banquet was held did he know who the person he wanted to marry was

Draven looked at the ceiling dejectedly and told Ryan everything that had happened last night, including what had happened in recent years.

“Did you know that at the wedding banquet yesterday, when I saw Aleah in a white wedding dress at

the end of the hotel’s red carpet, I was thinking about the scene when Cierra married me three

years ago.”

It was still vivid, but he still felt Cierra was gorgeous.

However, at that time, his grandfather was seriously ill. Aleah repeatedly broke down and called

him to say she wanted to commit suicide.

He was mentally and physically exhausted. Other than saying that Cierra was beautiful in his heart, he didn’t say anything else.

At the wedding banquet yesterday, he had self–righteously struggled with his emotions. He kept

telling himself that the person he was going to marry was Aleah. He shouldn’t have thought about

that heartless Cierra.

It was ridiculous that he couldn’t see through his heart.

He was a heartless man!

He was a scumbag!

Everyone was right. He was a jerk, a blind good–for–nothing!

Ryan silently watched his old friend’s emotional collapse. He restrained his casualness and didn’t

know what to say.

He looked at the broken phone on the desk and suddenly understood.

It wasn’t just because he knew that the number on the blacklist was Cierra’s, but because it was just

a fuse. He finally exploded when he knew the truth.

His heart was broken into pieces, just like the end of this mobile phone.

If they could be contacted each other in three years, they might not be able to reach their current.

state.

But who could he blame?

There were many ways to meet and talk to each other, but both seemed to be holding back their anger. When they met, they said sharply, “Why didn’t you come to me for so many years?”

What was even harder to explain was that it wasn’t that the other party didn’t look for the other, but

that someone had built a wall in front of them and blocked the other party outside. It was just that

he didn’t know.

But what could he do?

In this world, there were no ifs.

He could only blame himself.

He hated himself.

On the other hand, the outcome was his current appearance. He’d been dejected for an entire night and regretted it.

He looked at Ryan and pleaded in a rare tone.

“Where’s Cierra?”

“Can you tell me?”