Attracted By My Ex-wife

Cherry's face had not changed much. She had the plastic surgery performed under the name "Cherry," and not "Kristine."

Initially, she was anxious to use the name "Cherry." But Kim told her that after her transformation, any medical history relating to plastic surgery would be cleared.

At that time, she really had no other option but to put her faith in him, trusting his advices. Over the years, the resemblance between her and Cherry drew much attention from people, who started to become suspicious. They tried to find evidence that she was Cherry, but they could find nothing.

As time passed, she started to slowly become convinced that it would be impossible for them to find any evidence.

Yet now, it seemed that something had been found.

"Miss Kristine, oh no, let me correct myself, Miss Cherry. Shouldn't you be incarcerated for the crime of murder? Why are you here? And why have you called yourself 'Kristine'?"

Hearing this particular question, the buzzing crowd stopped their chatter immediately.

The reporters had the intention to purely questioning her on her relationship with Alan and Luke. They did not anticipate such a bombshell being dropped at this occasion.

In an instant, all color drained from Cherry's face. She turned and faced the person who had uttered this weighty question. It was a plain, bland-looking paparazzo.

What on earth was happening? How was it even possible that this secret was somehow discovered?

"Miss. Cherry, if you didn't want other people to find out, you shouldn't have done it in the first place. However, you went ahead with it and, well, people talk. Here - this is evidence of your plastic surgery and that you are in fact Cherry." The man smirked and stared at her, silently awaiting her response.

Cherry looked down at the documents he had brought with him as proof of this claim. She looked at her signature on the plastic surgery consent forms, and then the pictures of her when she was released from the prison.

All at once, her legs turned to jelly and she could no longer support her own body. She almost fell to the ground.

How did this happen? How?!

What went wrong with the plan? How did they manage to source this information?

"Bullshit! You are making such fallacious claims! When I first started my career, you thought I was Cherry, and conducted in-depth research, isn't it? And what did you find, huh? I have nothing to do with Cherry. I share a surname with this Cherry person, it is Ye as well, but that is it! I am Kristine, not Cherry. I don't know what you're trying to do by saying this. You can't frame me!" Cherry shouted at the crowd and reached out to snatch the evidence out of the paparazzo's hand.

But he was too quick for her! He turned quickly, avoiding her grasp. Cherry fell to the ground. Her sunglasses slid off her face and her hair was disheveled. She was still wearing a mask but one could clearly make her out - and she was a hot mess.

"Listen, if you don't believe me, come over here and have a look at the documentation I have. Then, we can all question Miss Cherry regarding the veracity of her denial a moment ago," the paparazzo addressed the crowd and handed the forms and pictures to the others to see for themselves.

The paparazzi's eyes widened as they read the documents.

They had never thought that Kristine was Cherry in actuality.

What a bombshell...

Cherry, how did you get released from prison? And how did you become Kristine?" "Will you share

did you employ to keep

guilt for deceiving your

tsunami, in the entertainment world. Now, all that

watched the scene play out in utter disbelief. She had never even entertained a thought that Cherry might be Kristine so she was also in a

be able to pull herself up again. The assistant took a step back, sighing

all the rage in the entertainment world since her debut. She was marked as the female actress with the most potential, and had already won the Best Actress award. Her future was as bright as shooting star.

her head with her arms. She didn't dare to raise a head and let them see her expression. She kept quiet, regardless of the comments and questions that she was

on the ground before her. Distressed, she thought, "Oh, my

what fate awaits me? Will I be arrested and put back in that hell hole? Must I spend the rest of my days in

But who can save me now?

The sun was beating down and blinded her. Suddenly, a strong, manly

face upward and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned. One could really appreciate her true beauty in this lighting. Her fair, porcelain skin seemed to sparkle. She was as beautiful

see to whom the

to suffer a blow. I can't let my designers down; they trust me so much," Anne said seriously, now holding

"Don't fret over this. I have enlisted the services of a few intellectual property specialists. We should hear

continued, "Now, we just need to

all. She was a good, kind woman. She treated her employees with respect and was careful not to offend anyone, as a rule

let this traitor go?

a sudden flash was caught in her peripheral vision. He looked up. Her face lost all color when she saw

and made this exclamation in a voice

to shield her behind his back. In the east, there was a man in a black trench coat walking forward with slow, measured steps. Although he had his head lowered so that he could avoid being recognized, he could clearly see that this figure was none other than the infamous Kim.

called in a

Max nodded. They immediately took out their guns

surroundings, afraid that more people were

later, Noah and Max returned, with the man in their grasp. But when the man lifted his head, Kevin and Anne shook

man was not Kim, as they had thought, but

accept our humble apologies. We mistook

stranger shook his head, turned around

man's figure was a

scratched the back of his head, clearly feeling awkward to broach some question. He doubted the veracity of Anne's previous sighting of Kim, since she had been wrong this time. He asked, "Ms. Anne, could

asserted that he was alive. Now, seeing that Anne had

Many were bound to look alike. Some

that happened on the street? Plus, what about the thief he killed who had robbed

to respond but he didn't know what to

killed someone on the street, in public sight. And none of the surveillance cameras caught the face of this man. Perhaps,

just return to our offices before we do anything

others nodded in agreement and they set off for the company together. By this time, the runway fashion show was over. Rose and her husband had hung around and waited for them. Seeing that Anne was safe and sound, they rushed