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."

sat in the front row, dead center in the main section. His tall, elegant frame exuded effortless authority, and his cold, chiseled features betrayed no emotion. To Adam's left were Carly and Tracy, and to his right was the university's vice principal

welcome Dr. C to the stage!" It was time for Celine to step into the

she was reclaiming her identity as Dr. C. She couldn't help but imagine Adam's reaction when he saw her. And Carly's. And Tracy's. And Melody's. It would be a

of her neck. The blow came fast, a blunt object striking her from behind. Her vision blurred, and before

leaned in close, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Adam, we're finally going to see Dr. C!" The

"What's going on? Where's Dr. C?" Tracy exclaimed. Jaines, standing stiffly at the

Dr. C confirmed via a message that

attempted, his voice strained as he struggled to regain control of the crowd. But

under his breath, he stood and briskly walked out of the lecture hall. The moment he

Something's wrong,