A Divorce After My Rebirth

Chapter 7 Reliance

It was a sleepless night for Natalie. She spent the entire night thinking about various moments from her previous life—how Cedric and Isabella had been together and the heartlessness with which Cedric had made her sign the surgery consent form.

The only thing she didn’t want to recall was the seven years of their love and the three years of their marriage.

Yesterday afternoon, Natalie sent the divorce agreement to the handwriting analysis center.

Upon waking up, she immediately called to inquire about the results. Once she had that sorted out, she went to where she had arranged to meet Bianca.

Bianca had arrived ahead of her and was waiting at the entrance. She wore a professional outfit with a windbreaker, which was Natalie’s favorite look.

However, she hadn’t dressed that way since her marriage to Cedric.

So, every time she saw Bianca, she envied her for her mature appearance.

Natalie asked, “Why didn’t you go in first?”

“You’re Mrs. Johnson, remember? Your chosen venues are all exclusive members-only places. They don’t entertain non-members.”

Natalie stiffened upon hearing that. She looked at Bianca with a guilty expression and said, “I’m sorry. I…”

on, I’m just

to say, Bianca interrupted her and pulled her

be said that since being with Cedric, Natalie had become increasingly

could cost more than some people’s monthly salary. It was no wonder that when she married Cedric, many people speculated that she was marrying

changed your mind?” Bianca asked while stirring her

her long lashes concealed the emotions in her eyes. Her tone was calm as she replied, “I

advised her to divorce Cedric, she had been angry for over three months

and said, “Bia, I’m sorry for before. I wasn’t really mad at you. I

been afraid that all the rumors circulating outside were true. It took a lot of courage to let go of a

“I understand. After all, you’ve been together for

Natalie remained silent.

suited for you,” Bianca

Natalie nodded.

what

Natalie and Bianca were about to continue their conversation, an unpleasant voice interrupted them, “Well, well. Who do we have

and saw Christina Johnson looking at her with disdain. Christina was Cedric’s sister, or

before her gaze landed on Isabella Morgan, who was standing beside

considered drop-dead gorgeous, but she had an appearance

she clenched her fists. She trembled

“Bia, let’s go.”

here for another second. She was afraid that she might lose control

a special day today, and she

they were superior just because of their family background.