Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

The elevator doors opened and Rory walked out, his expression sour.

The reporters were still there, and when they saw Rory, they surrounded him again. But Rory’s expression was as cold as ice. A reporter made to ask him a question but shrank back at the look on Rory’s face.

Rory walked out of the hotel and got into his car but didn’t drive away immediately.

He remembered what Becky had said ten minutes ago as he had stepped out of the elevator.

In the empty hotel hall, Becky had told the reporters, “I didn’t mean anything else. All I want to know is what a wonderful lady she must be for Rory to have loved her for so many years. I don’t want to be offensive, but I don’t think she is as pretty or as affluent as I am. So it’s beyond my comprehension that he has loved her for such a long time. In any case, I believe that the love that they have is genuine.”

The smile on her lips didn’t budge as she said these words, but her eyes were devoid of all emotion.

The reporters had then spotted him and rushed to surround him and Raina. Becky had just stood there and looked at him, her smile turning cold.

To the onlookers, it seemed like Becky was watching a farce unfold.

like the mockery

A thorn seemed to be pricking his heart and he

didn’t like this

cigarette and leaned against

him a little. The calmness didn’t

his half-smoked

sped along

there was something wrong with the car. He slowed

long before he found that the

looking made him realize that more than one tire had

he kept going like this, the car would stop in the middle

out his phone, called Lowell, and asked him to have

took Lowell a long time to

for maintenance last week. How had it broken down so