My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 18

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 18

Lucas had married Ashlyn four years ago because of his grandpa. Now that his grandpa had passed away, he should proceed with the divorce procedures.

There was no need to drag it out.

Without waiting for Spencer’s reply, he continued, “No need to wait till then. Tell her I’ll head there now.”

Ashlyn hadn’t even walked out from the villa’s courtyard when she heard Spencer yelling her name. She stopped and saw him running over to stop her in a huff. “Ms. Berry!”

“What?”

Did Lucas change his mind?

“Mr. Nolan said he can head to the Registry Office now. He told me to give you a ride there.”

“Great! Thank you, Mr. White.”

At the Registry Office, there was no one there at the divorce division late that afternoon.

The whole hall seemed empty and desolate.

After a few minutes, Lucas and Ashlyn walked out with their Certificate of Divorce.

Ashlyn looked up at the unusually blue sky and took in a deep breath of the exceptionally fresh air.

Finally, they had gotten a divorce, ending their marriage, which lasted for four years.

“Where are you going? I can give you a ride.” Lucas’ deep voice rang above her.

shot him a smile.

Land Rover parked across the street, which immediately zoomed over to them.

darkened. He didn’t even know Ashlyn and Jared Quickton knew each other. Jared Quickton—the president of Centennial Healthcare—was currently

mouth quirked in a warm smile as he picked up Ashlyn’s luggage

the passenger seat. No wonder she was so eager to proceed with

he richer than me? She… Wait, damn it. Why am I comparing myself to Jared Quickton? There’s nothing to

felt thoroughly

Ashlyn waved at him and

past four years, she was gentle and

was stunned by

hollow, empty feeling in his heart as

away, Spencer came to Lucas carefully and said, “Mr. Nolan, we should leave

as he got into his

*

didn’t return to Bayview Villa immediately. Instead, she headed to

Nolan’s grave and touched his photo on the gravestone gently. The old man in the photo

you won’t blame

figure appeared in her sight. The said figure, dressed in a matte black suit, was gazing at her

again after

into him here, she thought. But since we’re divorced now, I don’t have to

When she brushed against his shoulder on her way out,

to visit Grandpa,” she

gentle demeanor was long gone. Right now, even though she remained expressionless, her presence was intimidating and oppressive as if she were his

was dressed in a black dress seemed utterly unfamiliar to

let me go,” Ashlyn parted her lips

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