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

she felt her arm was

there was only

skin was smooth. Illuminated by

and extremely

do you want? You’re a man. It’s always

charming with a ravishing pair of

Louis’ eyes were dark, “Who are you? Why

and his several old

drank too much. In a

It smelled so familiar.

than anything else, made

woman he had been

didn’t

It seemed reasonable.

married him a year ago, she

seen each other

when she showed up, she was wearing ugly

if he was sharp-sighted, he

grip and backed toward the

an accident. I’m not one of those women with ulterior motives. You can treat what happened last night as a game between

door was opened and

his dark

what happened

foot stepped on an

up, he found it was

Makeup artist: Helena.

Violet let out a long breath. Wrapping her clothes tightly, she ran to the elevator with all the aches and

opened and the flirting sound of a man and a woman came out

glanced at it and her red lips

was a makeup artist and took an order last night to do makeup for some

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

was handed by her

the organizer to frame her

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.”

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

that her suspicion was

I have no grudge against you. Why did you frame me

Violet was the Mrs. Johnson

not know her

are shameless and seduce my

Her boyfriend?

Referred to Isaac Griffith?

indeed was a brutal and unreasonable

you suffer from paranoia? First, Isaac and I are just friends. Second, he hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend yet. Third, you’re having so much fun

Violet shook her phone.

you