Calla first had the cab driver drop Alicia off at her house before heading home herself. As soon as she entered the hallway, Jasmine ran over excitedly. She whispered, "Mrs. Garland, Mr. Garland is back and waiting for you in the living room!"Calla's heart skipped a beat at the news. Wasn't he supposed to be buying a ring with Sophie? Why was he back so soon? Maybe they were in a rush to get married and wanted to settle the divorce quickly.She changed into her slippers and walked into the living room. Her eyes met Mercer’s briefly before she went to the couch. Then, she tossed the package containing the diamond necklace onto the coffee table and sat down."Let's get to the point. What do you want?" Calla's face was cold."This is my home. Do I need a reason to see my wife?" Mercer frowned.Calla let out a cold laugh. "If I'm not mistaken, this wife hasn't seen her husband for a whole month, right?"Mercer was at a loss for words, which Calla took as him having nothing to sa
So, Mercer had seen Calla and Harlan. For a moment, Calla opened and closed her mouth, unsure of how to explain herself. She wondered if there was even a need to explain anymore.But her silence looked like guilt and helplessness to Mercer. He questioned her, "Are you planning to be with him after our divorce?""Don't you want to divorce me? You went to Sophie before we even split. Didn't you send me to that godforsaken place, Butterfly Hill, because I was in your way? If you want a divorce, just say it. "Do you have to push all the blame onto others and pretend to be the victim? When did you become so hypocritical? If you want to be with Sophie, fine—I'll let you. We didn't get together out of love anyway," Calla shouted, voicing the grievances she had kept hidden for so long.Mercer stared at Calla coldly. There was a hint of shock in his eyes. He probably never imagined that this was how Calla viewed him.After a moment, he nodded. "Fine, if you want a divorce so much, there's
At 8:30 am the next day, Calla arrived at the courthouse right on time. The weather was especially gloomy, matching her mood. She wore a black coat and had put on light makeup to look better, but it couldn't hide her slightly swollen eyes.When Calla arrived, Mercer was not there yet. She glanced at her watch. He was five minutes late, which was unusual since he was always punctual. She wondered why he was late today.A moment later, a black figure suddenly walked into the lobby, followed by Simon as per usual. Mercer looked stern, his black cashmere coat sharply tailored. There was a bit of stubble on his jaw, which only added to his rugged charm. He was still a man who women couldn't take their eyes off.Calla's eyes met his for a second before she lowered her gaze. Her heart was in turmoil but she was unwilling to let him see any sign of it.Mercer gave Simon a look, prompting him to greet Calla. "Mrs. Garland, have you spoken to a clerk?"Calla was bewildered. She had neve
The young man said to Simon, "Sir, are you here to get a divorce? I'm number three in the queue. Would you like to take my place?"Simon frowned upon hearing this. They had tried their best to delay the inevitable, and now this person suddenly appeared."I don't think that's necessary. You should keep it for yourselves," Simon said quickly, glancing at Mercer's ashen face."It's okay. We're not getting a divorce. We've patched things up!" The young man grinned, holding the woman's hand, and she looked just as happy.Simon was speechless. He had handled many tricky situations for Mercer, but he never encountered something so odd.While Simon hesitated, Calla looked at Mercer. His hands were in his coat pockets. His face was ice-cold, and his anger probably hadn't subsided yet.The next moment, Calla made up her mind. She took the number slip from the young man, and exclaimed, "Thank you!"Calla's action stunned Simon, and Mercer's brow twitched slightly."Number three, please pr
The ride back was silent, and the atmosphere in the car felt very oppressive. Finally, they arrived home. Calla entered the foyer, changed her shoes, and headed straight to the bedroom.She had already packed her clothes and essentials the night before. With this, she could avoid rushing today. Calla thought she could take her suitcase and leave right away. But she hadn't expected anyone to check if she was taking something that didn't belong to her.Looking around the room she had lived in for so long, Calla felt sad. Then, she pulled her suitcase out of the bedroom.Calla entered the living room with her suitcase in tow. Seeing the suitcase in her hand, Jasmine called out with a look of reluctance, "Mrs. Garland, are you leaving?"The thought of parting ways with Jasmine weighed heavily on Calla's heart. After all, Jasmine had taken great care of her, otherwise she would not have recovered so quickly. "Jasmine, don't call me Mrs. Garland anymore. I'm not his wife now. Call
Calla Sherman was awakened by the sound of running water. She opened her tired eyes and was shocked by what she saw. She was in a luxurious room. The bright morning sun shone on the sheets. The clothes of a man and a woman were scattered on the carpet, and the scent of the aftermath of a night of passion permeated the room.She looked at her naked body under the blanket and felt the discomfort coming from her nether region. She tugged at her hair as bits and pieces of the memories from last night came back to her.Her boyfriend of three years said she was not gentle, considerate, or feminine. So, he went overseas with a wealthy heiress to further his studies. She put on a brave front, but she was devastated. So, she got very drunk last night. Then, in the heat of the moment, she grabbed a man from the bar and had a one-night stand with him.She sat on the bed with her legs trembling. She had always taken good care of herself. Why would she do something that she would normall
Calla ran away into the distance. She only stopped and sighed in relief when she was sure that the man wasn't on her heels. She picked up her phone to look at the time but was dumbfounded when she saw the date. It was Monday!Her breakup put her in a slump and made her forget all about work! She immediately hailed a cab and rushed to the office. Despite her rush, she was still five minutes late. Oh well, her 500-dollar attendance bonus had gone up in smoke. She felt an urge to curse when she thought about the man's sour expression. He caused her a total loss of 650 dollars. It was enough money for a month's worth of lunches. Then, she thought about how handsome and muscular he was. She decided to think of it as yet another payment made to the gigolo.She could only console herself with the thought that 650 dollars wouldn't normally get her a man as incredible as he was.When she entered the office, she noticed that the atmosphere wasn't right. Everyone was hanging their head
Back in the luxurious suite of the Grand Hill Hotel, a man in white was standing by the window. He was holding something in his hand as he looked at the scenic view outside the window.It was an ID tag. The words "Atlas Enterprises (Riverford Branch), finance department, Calla Sherman" were printed on it.After a while, the door behind him opened. His assistant, Simon Beck, walked into the room. He placed a résumé on the desk and said, "Mr. Garland, here's the thing you asked for."The man, Mercer Garland, hesitated for a moment before walking over to pick up the resume. His gaze fell on the picture on the resume for a good while before he scanned the remaining contents. A frown appeared on his face when he finished reading the résumé. Simon noticed the change in Mercer's expression. "Mr. Garland, I can get more detailed information for you if needed."Mercer remained silent for some time. His gaze was fixed on the résumé. Simon knew that it meant Mercer wanted him to do just t