Love After Divorce

Violet was helping out in the kitchen of Tasty Interlude Bakery when she got the call from Harry.

Yes.

She had two identities.

Under the pseudonym “Helena”, she worked as a make-up artist.

And as the ugly wife of the Johnson Family, she was also a pastry chef.

Tasty Interlude Bakery was located just downstairs of her styling studio. No one knew her secret except for a few people who were close to her.

“Miss Elliott, Mr. Johnson is back home. Please wait for him at the villa tonight.”

“Okay, Harry.”

It seemed that Louis was going to talk to her about divorce tonight!

Violet hung up the phone, and her pretty eyes flashed with light.

When the divorce talk was over, she can regain her freedom!

Then she can live with her little cutie above board!

Thinking of this, she noticed there was a video call request on her phone. Glancing at it, Violet was all smiles.

Clicked on it. A small and pink face showed on the screen.

“Mommy.”

“Erin.”

“What is Mommy doing? Are you making a delicious cake again?”

“Yes, do you want to eat?”

“Mmm! Mommy, Erin is drooling!”

“…”

This was her daughter.

Four years ago, she was working in a hotel. One day. she drank too much, went to the wrong room and slept with a stranger.

Panicked and ashamed. She fled the room without having a good look at the man’s face.

Three months later, she was careless enough that just realized she was pregnant.

The doctor said that her uterine wall was naturally weak and if she had an abortion, it might be difficult for her to get pregnant again.

And she, too, did not want to abort the fetus in her belly.

to pretend to be sick and take a long break

one of them

“Mommy, Mommy!”

with the sound of the little girl who

herself and laughed, “Okay, listen to Josie and don’t be

on a trip with her bosom

daughter had to be raised by her bosom

must get a

can bring up her daughter

…

night came

In Lyonhall Villa.

was sitting quietly in the living room waiting for

still in that bumpkin

two braids and

dull and swarthy, with a few freckles faintly visible

was still wearing unseasonable long-sleeved shirt

Louis as he looked

suit made him look charming

him was powerful, permeated with majesty of the

remembered the first time when

year ago, he had just been in a car accident. Sitting in a wheelchair,

wheelchair for the rest of my life, and my sexual function is ruined. Are you sure you want to

she was not qualified to say no

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Except for the 50 million dollars I give you now, and after the divorce, I will give you adequate compensation. If you are willing, sign this contract. And

later learned that the reason he agreed to marry her was the

marriage partner, a dispensable replacement that would give

the rich women of Crotosi City, it was impossible to marry a man with

by mistake,

“Sign it.”

voice interrupted

the divorce papers on the table and pushed her black rimmed glasses. And the corners

“Okay.”

worth ten

was the

promise and was generous with

pen and gladly

over by

he paused slightly as he drank the

And the complexion of her face was not at all of the same hue with

she

the skin tone of her hands was fair just

about it, his cell phone

at the caller ID and

Mrs. Johnson’s voice came on

you don’t want to make it easy for your grandma, then just do