A Farewell After Being Reborn

"You!" Layla's face flushed with anger. "I heard from Henry that you reached out to him in private. Are you interested in him or something?”

Henry had simply mentioned it casually. But even if he hadn't, Layla had seen their chat history with her own eyes.

In retrospect, Layla realized that things were a little fishy when Sage readily agreed to Henry's invitation in the parking lot despite holding a grudge against Layla. Sage had even offered to foot the bill.

Sage was also present at the sports complex Henry routinely attended. The increasing amount of coincidences made Layla suspicious.

"Won't you listen to yourself?" Sage jeered. "Use your brain for once. Don't listen blindly to what others say. What would I gain from talking to him in private?”

Then, Sage handed her phone to Layla and urged her, "Take a good look at my chat history with Henry."

anyone with some experience in dating would know that he was deliberating chatting her up. His reason for doing so was obvious—Sage was wealthier and more gullible than

snapped, "Well, lan doesn't like you that much either. You're the one who pursued him, and you even threatened him with a divorce. It's not far- fetched to

of the idea. "Even if I wanted to date someone else, I would

lan in the hopes of marrying him. Why don't you confess

lan, but only out of pure adulation. lan, a good-looking rich man, was the

him, but she had never thought of replacing Sage as Mrs. Holcomb. After all, nobody could endure Ian's aloof treatment. She would need an unusual amount

to leave. As she did

support you, you can always try to convince Uncle Owen and Grandpa. If you have their support, you stand a greater chance of success,” Sage analyzed

a moment, she continued out of the restroom. Right after she left the restroom, she ran into