Love After Divorce

It was so painful.

All over her body felt like being crushed.

Frowned, Violet Elliott slowly opened her eyes.

What first jumped in to her sight was a man’s lean but strong pecs.

And the man’s tanned skin still had some fine scratches on it.

There was a man!

Violet held her breath.

Looking up, she saw the sleeping man’s handsome face.

Prominent jaw line, thin lips, high nose …

The exquisite contours of his features were like the best work of arts.

It was him!

Louis Johnson!

It was her husband whom she married by agreement a year ago!

He was back to the country!

Gasped, Violet swallowed and covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Gently, she got out of bed.

Breeze blew outside. She opened a screen window, allowing the early morning sunlight to shine through the room.

Looking at the furnishings around, she was in a luxury suite of a five-star hotel.

That was hilarious!

Her marriage agreement with Louis was about to expire, and they had never shared a bed in a year. But in the end, she slept with him.

No!

Last night, she was the one who broke into his room by mistake. And it was her who hugged, kissed and teased him who was drunk.

Thinking about last night, Violet compressed her red lips and put on her dress that was tore by the man.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound. Then she heard the man’s slightly hoarse voice from behind.

“You tantalized me last night and want to get away with that?”

He was awake!

Violet stopped walking but didn’t turn around.

“Sir, we’re adults. What happened last night, let’s pretend it never happened.”

She bet that he hadn’t recognized her.

Last night, she broke in without his permission. And she admitted she was the exact one who should be responsible for what happened last night!

“Heh! You’re carefree!”

sound. Lights were

she felt her arm

there was

skin was smooth. Illuminated by the

it was aggressive and extremely

her wild heart-beating, “What do you want? You’re a man. It’s always women who

appearance was charming with a ravishing pair of

were dark, “Who are you? Why did you sneak into my

night and his

a daze, he smelled a woman’s

It smelled so familiar.

taste of her, more than anything else, made him reluctant to part

she the woman he had

didn’t

It seemed reasonable.

him a year ago,

seen each other twice over the

up, she was wearing ugly

sharp-sighted, he

and backed

one of

opened and then

reacted and his dark

by what happened

his foot stepped on an

up,

Makeup artist: Helena.

let out a long breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the

a private room on one side was opened and the flirting sound of

at it and her red

was the thing: she was a makeup artist and took an order last night to do

who added something to

drink, which was handed by her

conspire with the organizer to frame her

pulled out her cell phone and took a picture of the man and the woman who were indulging in foreplay. Then she turned around and continued to wait

“Helena.”

came from behind, and Violet looked back at

“It’s really you!”

and down, “Helena, aren’t you good at running? Look at you. You didn’t spend the

that her

I have no

Violet was the Mrs.

naturally did not know

shameless

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

indeed was a brutal

be your

Violet shook her phone.

“Did you just take a