Chapter 2: Formal Divorce
Chapter 2: Formal Divorce
The ck Lamborghini had stopped at the door and assistant Chris Richards stood solemnly by the
car.
When he saw the two figures approaching, he respectfully opened the car door.
"Go to thew firm first." The man ordered coldly.
Cute dimples were brought out as the woman smiled. It was as if she wasn''t the one getting a
divorce today...
Cheyenne intentionally sat on Kelvin''s left side to get closer to his heart, even though he never gave
it to her.
As soon as the driver started driving, an oppressive atmosphere filled the car and it became silent
like a dead water pond.
Kelvin kept staring out of window scenery as if he wished they could arrive at City Hall immediately.
Suddenly there was a piercing sound from tire friction against pavement followed by an emergency
brake which caused Cheyenne''s body to uncontrobly lean towards him.
The man immediately avoided her and let her bump into the door handle.
"Bang."
The sound was loud.
A bruise appeared on her fair and delicate forehead.
For some reason, when he saw the bruise on her forehead, a strange feeling flooded him, but it
soon departed, since Kelvin didn''t think a dirty and despicable woman like Cheyenne deserved his
sympathy.
"I... I''m sorry, Mr. Foley. Someone crossed the road just now," Chris exined incoherently out of
fear.
He breathed a sigh of relief only when he heard the man''s cold voice.
Cheyenne sat up while holding her head, feeling upset as she looked at the man''s cold and serious
expression with bright eyes.
"You are too heartless. After all, I have been your wife for three years. They say that one night as
husband and wife leads to a hundred nights of love. Haven''t we spent more than one night
together? And yet you just watched me bump into the door like this?"
Despite how disgusted he felt towards her, Kelvin was forced by his grandfather to marry
Cheyenne.
He was even forced to enter her room every month for sex. The thought of it made him feel strange
emotions inside him.
His face instantly turned dark with anger as he interrupted her with a shout. "Shut up! If it weren''t for
my grandfather''s orders, women like you would only disgust me."
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"He-he... disgust..."
Cheyenneughed but there was sadness in her eyes.
Kelvin looked at her smile and felt extremely ufortable. What kind of smile was that? It was
self-deprecating, disdainful, and carried a hint of inexplicable sadness. Her fair little face was
bruised on the chin and forehead, making people feel pity for her.
Damn it, he had this absurd thought again. It was all because Cheyenne''s acting skills were too
superb; otherwise, his grandfather wouldn''t have liked her so much and forced him to marry her.
Soon they arrived at aw firm where Kelvin''s hiredwyer had been waiting for them.
Thewyer handed Cheyenne the prepared divorce agreement and said, "Miss Lawrence, you and
Mr. Foley have been married for a short time with few property disputes after marriage. Also, you
don''t have any children together. Out of obligation, Mr. Foley has agreed to give you a considerable
amount of alimony."
When she heard "you don''t have any children," Cheyenne couldn''t help but bitterly smile to herself.
Every time they had sex, Kelvin always took precautions so she wouldn''t get pregnant; even when
his grandfather pressured them into having kids, she used the excuse that her health wasn''t good
enough.
Forget it; having a child wouldn''t change anything anyway - she didn''t want to use a child as
leverage against Kelvin.
Cheyenne didn''t bother looking at the agreement before facing thewyer directly. "I don''t want
alimony."
This sentence was like a thunderp.
Kelvin sneered. "What are you pretending for? Didn''t you marry me just for the Foley family''s
money?"
His sarcasm pierced Cheyenne''s heart like a cold de, causing it to bleed.
She lowered her head, and her thick eyshes covered the tears sparkling in her eyes.
When she looked up again, her bright almond eyes were smiling as she said to him, "That''s right. I
am just as materialistic and fickle as you say I am. Mr. Foley, you are handsome and always right!"
Her indifferent expression made Kelvin feel like he was punching cotton - frustrated!
"Do what you like." Kelvin gestured for hiswyer to revise the agreement ording to Cheyenne''s
request.
Soon enough, they signed the agreement together.
Next was the formal process of divorce.
At that moment when Cheyenne confirmed that she was no longer married but single again, her
nose felt slightly sour.
She had only been married to Kelvin for three years but had secretly loved him for far longer than
that time span.