The Divorce Prescription

Celine entered the backstage area. Following her instructions to Jaines, it had already been cleared out. She was completely alone. She sat in front of the vanity and began tying her long, silky black hair into a low ponytail, revealing her slender, graceful neck. Then, she applied a light, refined layer of makeup. A final touch of lipstick brought the look together.

Celine rarely wore makeup, as her natural features were already pure, delicate, and almost ethereal. But now, with just a subtle enhancement, her beauty seemed otherworldly. From outside, Jaines's voice echoed through the lecture hall.

"Good morning, everyone."

Celine rose from her seat and walked to the stage curtain, lifting a corner to peek out. Her gaze swept across the massive hall. Every seat in the thousand-capacity auditorium was filled, a sea of faces buzzing with anticipation. Cameras clicked and whirred incessantly, with several television stations broadcasting the event live. At the podium stood Jaines, speaking into the microphone.

"Good morning, everyone. Today, we are gathered here to welcome..." The crowd erupted in unison.

Dr. C. Jaines smiled. "It's an incredible honor to have Dr. C here at Yochine University to deliver this lecture."

cold, chiseled features betrayed no emotion. To Adam's left were

"And now, let's welcome Dr. C to the stage!" It was time for

gone. For three years, her title had been Mrs. Alvarez. But today, she was reclaiming her identity as Dr. C. She couldn't help but imagine

to make her entrance. She was ready. But before she could take a step, a sudden sharp pain exploded at the back of her neck. The blow came fast, a blunt object

as Carly leaned in close, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Adam, we're finally going to see Dr. C!" The curtain began to draw back slowly.

Where's Dr.

via a message that she was backstage. How could

struggled to regain control of the crowd. But his words did little to stem the chaos. Murmurs rose into panicked whispers, and the audience buzzed with

phone lit up. He glanced at the screen; it was Hailey. Cursing under his breath, he stood and briskly walked out of the

wrong,