Chapter 7
But none of it mattered anymore. Not to me.
Because Sylas had never really loved a person, he loved a bracelet.
I swallowed the pain and called Arnold.
It wasn’t until Sylas saw that every trace of Anastasia’s scandal had disappeared from the internet that he finally lifted his foot off my chest.
I pushed myself up from the floor and stared at him with empty eyes.
“Can I go now?”
He sneered.
“Go? Kiara, don’t be ridiculous.
“Tomorrow, we’re heading to the municipal building. I’m divorcing you.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I snapped. “Sylas, we’re already divorced!”
He didn’t believe me. He laughed in my face.
“Ha! What’s your excuse now?
“You clearly don’t want to leave me. Like I said, you can stay in the Howell’s residence as the maid. That way, you’ll still get to see me.
I exhaled slowly, pushing down every ounce of rage.
My silence must’ve looked like surrender because he gave me a smug, knowing look.
Chapter 7
That night, I lay on the guest room bed, listening to the sounds of
moaning and gasps from what used to be our bedroom. My fingers. trembled as I texted Arnold.
The next morning, Sylas dragged both me and Anastasia to the municipal building, determined to make things official.
But the staff glanced up from his computer, confused.
“You already finalized your divorce months ago.
Sylas froze, disbelief flashing across his face. He turned toward me.
“I told you,” I said, calm and cold. “There’s nothing between us anymore.”
I saw fury–and something like panic–flash in his eyes.
I almost laughed. Wasn’t this everything he’d ever wanted?
“Anastasia quickly stepped forward, her voice dripping with sweetness like syrup.
“Sylas, it looks like Kiara has already made room for us. How thoughtful.”
He managed a stiff smile and slowly nodded. Then, they went to the other floor to register their marriage.
But the moment we stepped outside, Arnold was already waiting for me.
He rushed forward and wrapped me in a huge hug.
“Babe, finally! I’ve been waiting for you.”
“You didn’t come home last night–I couldn’t even sleep.”
He whined playfully but loud enough for everyone to hear. Sylas, who had followed us out, froze mid–step.
Chapter 7
He hadn’t expected me to move on so quickly.
And he definitely hadn’t expected my new
powerful successor of the Vaughn familan to be Arnold–the
who held both the underground
and upper–class circles of New York in the palm of his hand.
Hearing Arnold call me so intimately, something twisted in Sylas’s chest.
But he forced a smirk.
Anastasia was alive and now legally his wife–what more could he want?
From now on, his attention should be on planning the wedding with Anastasia.
After all, he promised her a grand and unforgettable wedding party.
Still, as he glanced back at me one last time.
Was that guilt? Regret, maybe?
The wedding was extravagant–every detail meticulously designed to show off Anastasia’s status as Sylas’s wife.
I arrived on Arnold’s arm.
With a brilliant smile, I raised my voice, “Hey, ex–husband! I came to drop off your wedding gift!”
As I raised my voice, the guests around me were attracted by the box in my hand.
Anastasia’s face tensed. She hesitated. “Kiara, you really mean well, right?”
I laughed at her innocence.
Chapter 3
Last life, they tore my life apart–ruined my reputation and left me to rot in the hands of perverts.
This life, they robbed me of my womb, destroying any chance I’d ever have a child of my own.
Of course, I came with only the best intentions.
I didn’t answer. Just smiled and handed her the box.
Her hands trembled as she opened it.
Her face went bloodless..
Sylas instantly sensed something was wrong and shot me a murderous glare.
“What the hell did you give her?
“Kiara, if you’re trying to crash this wedding, forget it. I’m not taking you back.”
He reached for the box, but Anastasia clutched it tightly to her chest.
In the struggle, the box hit the floor.
A flood of photos showing a swinger party spilled all over the floor. Some guests stepped on them, then picked them up, whispering sharply.
“Mr. Howell’s new wife is really wild, huh?”
“This is even more scandalous than the rumors about his escapades a few days ago. You really can’t judge a book by its cover.
“Now, everyone in New York with unusual tastes will want to get in touch with Mr. Howell’s new wife, right?”
Chapter 7
Anastasia panicked and tried to snatch the photos from Sylas’s hand.
“Sylas, don’t look.”
But he already had.
I watched with a cold smile as his hands froze and his expression shifted like a storm.
“Sylas, now you finally understand, right? Was I the one who falsely accused Anastasia back then?”
