Chapter 3
Everyone else had already left in their cars. Adrienne had taken a cab to get here, and now she was the last one re- maining.
A black Rolls-Royce cut through the rain and stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing Jared Hin- ton’s face.
He was Garrett’s assistant.
“Mrs. Melendez, please get in.”
Adrienne stood motionless in the rain. Through the narrow gap of the car window, she seemed to know someone was sitting inside.
She said nothing, and Garrett’s voice rang out.
“Drive. Let her stand there and cool her head.”
Jared looked a little embarrassed and avoided looking at Adrienne as he drove away.
Adrienne blinked at the departing car. The rain drifted in, landing on her face, its chill seeping deep into her bones.
When Garrett was eighteen, he had looked forward to spending his twenty-eighth birthday with her. But now that he was twenty-eight, he loathed her completely.
In the past three years, he had not touched her once. He barely even came home.
People in their circle all said she was the most pitiful woman among those who had married into wealthy families. Aside from a beautiful gilded cage, she had nothing.
In their eyes, she was the wicked woman who had turned Loretta into a vegetable and stolen Bethany’s fiance. She de- served the worst possible punishment in the world.
But it seemed no one remembered how she had stayed by his side from age twelve to nineteen, through all his hard times.
They all said the Melendez family had already given her the status of goddaughter, yet she was still ungrateful since she was trying to use their seven years together to morally bind Garrett for life.
Just like that, another seven years had passed. In total, she had already spent fourteen years by Garrett’s side.
She lowered her lashes, staring at her phone screen. Still, no driver was willing to accept the ride request.
By the time she returned to Cloudhaven Mansion, it was already 2 a.m. The hem of her dress was soaked and clung to her ankles. In the chill of late autumn, her lips trembled slightly from the cold.
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Chapter 3
The lights were still on inside the villa. As she changed her shoes at the entrance, she saw the man sitting on the couch handling work.
Garrett was gorgeous. No matter how long one looked at that face, it still struck awe and fascination.
Sitting there, he looked majestic and unattainable.
Adrienne never thought he was waiting for her. The two had completely torn things apart three years ago. She had once been bright and radiant, but later, staring into the mirror, she barely recognized the madwoman.
She quietly changed her shoes, tossed the scarf into the trash can at the door, and went upstairs.
The master bedroom still held many of her belongings. It was clean and cozy. Since Garrett seldom came home in the past three years, everyone mocked her for being like a living widow.
She packed a small suitcase with just her everyday clothes. As for those luxury handbags and jewelry, she had never touched them.
Garrett had said she didn’t deserve them.
In his eyes, she was a gold-digger blinded by money, and keeping the luxury items without letting her use them was his way of tormenting her.
Adrienne carried the suitcase downstairs and placed the signed divorce agreement on the coffee table.
“Garrett, I’ve signed it.”
The past three years were full of arguments. To be precise, it was her accusing him of his indifference, like a mad- woman trying to get his attention. And he would just stand there, watching her lose control.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.