The Divorcee Amazed the World

Helena felt as if someone had taken a sharp knife and stabbed it fiercely into her heart, causing excruciating pain.

Her face turned as pale as paper, and she could barely stand.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

She gripped the railing with force, her fingers turning white.

This was the man who just this morning reluctantly let her go, saying he wanted to shrink her and carry her in his pocket, taking her wherever he went.

In the blink of an eye, he was casually chatting and laughing with his ex-girlfriend, strolling together.

Indeed, a man’s words were deceitful ghosts.

Shirley was alarmed by Helena’s state, holding her hand and anxiously asking, “Helena, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Is it the fear of heights from the Ferris wheel?”

Helena nodded numbly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

After what seemed like an eternity, her pale complexion gradually returned to normal, and she gave a self-deprecating smile.

No wonder Willis didn’t want her to go out. He claimed it was due to the chaotic state of the world, but it was probably just to prevent her from witnessing him being affectionate with Susan.

She couldn’t understand him. If he couldn’t forget Susan, why did he divorce her and marry Helena? Why did he insist on getting entangled with Susan?

Helena sat quietly, expressionless, saying nothing.

Shirley sat beside her, reaching out to touch her head. “Do you feel nauseous?”

Helena forced a smile. “How much longer until we can get off?”

Shirley checked her watch. “Soon, just a little more.”

After a few more minutes, the Ferris wheel descended.

Helena and Shirley got off together.

Shirley looked at her with concern. “Feeling better? Let me take you home.”

“Feeling a bit better. Take me to The Capital Hotel instead.”

Shirley realized, “Are you going to see that handsome guy, Willis?”

Helena nodded.

She wanted to witness firsthand the scene of the two intimately dating, so she could completely let go and leave him without any lingering attachments.

Shirley fetched her car and drove Helena to The Capital Hotel.

After getting out of the car, Helena said, “Thank you. You can go back now.”

Shirley didn’t think too much about Helena’s earlier abnormal reaction, assuming it was fear of heights. She replied, “Alright, contact me if you need anything.”

Helena just uttered an “okay” and walked into The Capital Hotel.

Helena took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and saw a large round table with seven or eight people sitting around it. Two assistants were standing by.

Ryan and Owen sat in the main seats.

Ryan sat next to Willis.

Owen sat next to Susan.

Willis and Susan were not sitting together.

The assistants held contracts in their hands, indicating a business engagement rather than the imagined private meeting between a man and a woman.

Helena’s heart, which had been pushed up to her throat, suddenly thudded back down into her stomach.

But as soon as she thought of the two of them getting out of the same car and chatting intimately just moments ago, with Susan laughing so happily, her entire being felt uneasy again.

Helena sat down quietly, expressionless, politely nodded at the cold-faced Ryan, and apologetically said, “I’m sorry, I walked into the wrong room.”

Without waiting for his response, she quickly closed the door.

Because Ryan’s face was too ugly, and so was Owen’s. They looked darker one after another, and Helena didn’t want to see them in the nightmare tonight.

Helena turned and left.

Walking about twenty steps away, she suddenly heard Willis’s voice behind her, “Helena.”

Helena’s steps paused, then she walked even faster, determined to ignore him. She was angry that he and Susan shared a car when the company had so many vehicles. Why did they have to ride in the same one?

Willis, with his long legs, caught up in strides.

Helena decided to briskly walk away, determined to make him regret sharing a car with Susan.