It’s Too Late To Get A Divorce

Chapter 7 

“Are you ready?” asked Jaydon. 

“Almost. Need to get the hair done,” Alita replied indifferently, heading back to the room and standing in front of 

the mirror. 

Jaydon followed and casually took a seat. Alita’s hair was still down, and her slender neck was faintly visible. He loved the way her long hair fell on her shoulders, recalling the sensation of her soft strands brushing against his 

face. 

Alita carefully tied up her hair, and suddenly, Jaydon embraced her from behind. His arms circled her waist, head resting on her neck, calling her affectionately, “Darling.” Then, he playfully lifted her black dress. 

Alita’s heart skipped a beat. She pressed his hand down. “The party is about to start. Let’s go.” 

Her rejection made him feel insulted, and the tenderness in his eyes faded. He withdrew his hand–and said, “Yeah. The party will be full of younger and prettier women. You’re just an arranged wife for me, a facade.” 

“Yeah. I hope I still live up to that.” Alita smiled at him and held his hand. His words added another hurt to her 

heart. 

Jaydon and Alita’s arrival drew everyone’s attention. They were a match made in heaven. 

Up ahead, a beautiful woman in a golden dress approached them. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Alita was stunned, standing as if petrified. She subconsciously held onto Jaydon tightly, preventing him from going over. However, he pulled his hand out and walked toward that woman. 

“Cecilia, why are you here?” Jaydon happily greeted her. 

“Not thrilled to see me, huh?” Cecilia Mclean smiled sweetly, naturally hooking her arms around his neck, acting, coquettishly. 

“Why would I not? I was just worried you’d find it too dull here. Didn’t you say to hold an art exhibition in Asmein? How did it go?” Jaydon affectionately pinched her nose, their interaction intimate, and everything so natural and harmonious. 

Alita stood there, staring for quite a while. Then she turned around and slightly lowered her eyes, feeling like the whole world had turned gray. 

+5 

Everyone around understood, but they pretended not to see. Jeez, Mr. Lewis is all smiles, like a happy kid. Turns. out, he’s into her more than into Mrs. Lewis, they thought. 

Alita was embarrassed, but there was nowhere to escape. ‘No matter what, I gotta tough it out. No fainting, no tears, and definitely no running away, she thought to herself. She was rooted to the spot, unable to take a step, and had no clue which way to go. 

However, she had to smile at everyone, using all her strength to force a bitter smile. 

“Mrs. Lewis, here’s champagne.” Seeing this, a smart subordinate handed her a glass of champagne. It was better than standing there empty–handed. 

“Thank you.” Alita was really grateful for this quick save. She reached out to take the glass, but her hand shook, and the glass fell to the ground with a “crash.” 

The glass shattered into pieces at her feet. She looked at the broken pieces in horror. The forced smile instantly shattered. She never thought she’d be so weak that she couldn’t even keep a grip on her glass. 

A shard cut the top of her foot, and blood, like the pain, seeped out, slowly making its way to the surface. 

“Mrs. Lewis, you’re bleeding. Does it hurt?” 

Originally, the sound of breaking a wine glass in this noisy venue wasn’t enough to attract Jaydon’s attention. However, the injured person was his wife. The murmurs of the crowd still drew him over..