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 and contempt

remembered the look. A thorn seemed to be pricking his heart

like this

a cigarette and leaned

smell of nicotine calmed him a little. The calmness

snuffed out his half-smoked

sped

was something wrong with the car. He slowed

he found that

him realize that more than one tire had

going like this, the car would stop in

pulled out his phone, called

a long time to

taken Rory’s car in for maintenance last week.