All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

Scarlett dangled the taco in front of him. "I have another one. Want it? But you have to let us drink your wine!""How can you do this? Even if I'm not giving you any now, I already gave you two glasses earlier! Two whole glasses, do you know how much that's worth? Do you? I'm an elderly person, an elderly..."Scarlett pulled another package from her other pocket, unwrapping it layer by layer. "Sasa, forget the wine, let's eat..."...Five minutes later, Mr. Sadberry watched with heartache as Scarlett and Sarah poured his treasured wine, finding only slight consolation in the aroma in his hand."That Steven is too much - damn St. Ritz doesn't even have TACOS!” He muttered, then suddenly looked at Scarlett. "Tell me! Why did he make tacos for you?"Scarlett said, "I pestered him for ages before he made them. They were actually for Sasa. If it weren't for the wine, I wouldn't share with you.""Get this straight - I'm Mr. Sadberry, and you're looking at me with disdain!" Mr. Sadber

Mr. Sadberry looked at Sarah with admiration. He knew she was right - something had felt off when he tasted the 'Shipwrecked.' Her explanation made perfect sense.It was indeed different from regular Veuve Clicquot, but that was understandable given how long it had been submerged in seawater, adding some unique flavors.Vivian hadn't expected this response and was momentarily at a loss.Mason smiled. "Miss Sanders is correct, though Miss Wilson is also right. Before sinking to the ocean floor it was Veuve Clicquot - that was just its name."Seeing Vivian's face alternating between pale and flushed, Scarlett smiled and pulled Sarah away from the area. She knew that whenever Sarah was around, Vivian would find ways to target her.Fortunately, until the party ended, Vivian stayed busy talking to Mr. Sadberry while Sarah calmly observed her every move.Many people attended such wine tastings, including various prominent families, but there were even more heavily made-up women trying

If only he had understood these things sooner.If only back then he had answered: "What's wrong? Can't sleep? I can keep you company."Perhaps everything would have been different.But "if only" was both the most abundant and scarcest thing in the world.He had to admit, when Sarah was playing the role of dutiful trad wife at home, he never noticed her radiance.Only after she shed that identity did he gradually discover how exceptional and charismatic she truly was.He stared at their wedding photo on the nightstand, remembering Sarah carefully wiping each crystal photo album.His fingers trembled slightly. Perhaps he really was sick - seriously sick.At the Ocean Mall, Sarah was shopping with Scarlett. Since the wine tasting, Scarlett had convinced herself that her tacos had played a crucial role in Mr. Sadberry giving the business to the Sanders. She used this as an excuse to insist on buying Sarah dresses."See how generous I am! That was a deal worth hundreds of millions.

Under the kaleidoscopic, flickering lights that cast a dim and hazy glow, restless souls surrendered themselves to the rhythm of the dance floor, swaying in wild abandon. The music was deafening, drowning out any chance of conversation. Sarah noticed two people near the booths practically screaming at each other just to be heard. In this space, men and women lost themselves, venting their frustrations and emotions in tangled movements. Here, they could strip away everything—doubts, pain, burdens—if only for a little while. Ever since Steven had warned Scarlett against stepping foot in a bar after their two encounters, she had promised to stay away. But for the sake of her best friend? She would make an exception. "Sasa, want to dance? I hear this place can numb you for a while. If you're feeling awful, why not let go for a bit?" Sarah found a seat at the bar, idly ordering a glass of champagne. She took a sip before setting it back down. After indulging in so many exq

The men who had been hovering around quickly scattered, acting as if nothing had happened. They returned to their booths—some drinking, others dancing—blending back into the chaotic rhythm of the bar. "Zachary, you came to pick me up?" Vivian looked up at him with misty eyes. Zachary’s gaze swept across the table cluttered with empty glasses, his brows knitting together. "Why did you drink so much?" "Because I'm upset," Vivian murmured, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "They all say you love Sarah, not me. They say I ruined your happiness by suddenly returning to the country. Zachary, is that true?" "Come on, drink up!" "Stop just drinking—let’s go dance!" The deafening noise of the bar pounded against Sarah’s ears. She leaned against the wall near the restroom, a spot that conveniently kept her hidden while still allowing her to hear every word exchanged between Zachary and Vivian. Zachary hesitated for a long moment. Vivian clung to him, her voice laced wi