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!”

“pop” sound. Lights

man’s low voice, she felt her arm was dragged

body, there was only a white

like his skin was smooth. Illuminated by

and extremely

heart-beating, “What do you want?

charming with a ravishing

are you? Why

home last night and his several old friends threw a party

In a daze, he

It smelled so familiar.

anything else, made him

she the woman he had

really didn’t

It seemed reasonable.

a year

each

when she showed up, she was wearing ugly

if he was sharp-sighted, he

his grip and

nervous. Last night, it was just an accident. I’m not one of those women with ulterior motives. You can treat what happened last

was opened

and his dark eyes

unaffected by what happened

but his foot

it up, he found

Makeup artist: Helena.

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

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

at it and her

thing: she was a makeup artist and took an

the organizers, who added something to her drink when used an excuse to invite her for

was handed by

conspire with the organizer to frame

the man and the woman who were indulging in foreplay. Then she turned

“Helena.”

came from behind, and Violet

“It’s really you!”

looked her up and down, “Helena, aren’t you good at running? Look at you. You didn’t

her suspicion was

“Miss Johnson, I have no grudge against you. Why did you frame me

was the Mrs. Johnson was not

naturally did not know her

are shameless and

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

indeed was a brutal and unreasonable young

he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you’re having so

Violet shook her phone.

“Did you just