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

to say, Bianca interrupted her and pulled her

to be said that since being with Cedric,

having a casual afternoon tea could cost more than some people’s monthly salary. It was no wonder that when she married Cedric,

Bianca

Her tone was calm as she replied, “I simply had a moment

she had been angry for over three months and hadn’t

the woman opposite her and said, “Bia, I’m sorry for before. I wasn’t

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

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

Natalie remained silent.

suited for you,”

Natalie nodded.

years, only she knew what

Natalie and Bianca were about to continue their conversation, an unpleasant voice

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

gaze landed on Isabella Morgan, who was standing

be considered drop-dead gorgeous, but she had an appearance

fists. She trembled

“Bia, let’s go.”

here for another second. She was afraid that

special day today, and she couldn’t afford any conflict

of their family background. So, she easily replied, “Sure. I should