As soon as this thought surfaced, past pains surged up, and her voice turned cold.
"Mr. Cartmell, we are already divorced. If you have stomach pain, you should see a doctor."
Her nonchalant tone made it seem as if the person on the other end was just a stranger, despite having shared three years of marriage.
"No... Viviane..." The man's voice carried a hint of pleading. 'It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't be this heartless.'
"Also, calling your ex-wife when you're drunk—aren't you afraid your new lover will get jealous?"
Thinking of Aria, who had schemed against her so viciously, Viviane let out a self-mocking laugh. 'Does Cyril know that Aria wasn't pregnant at all? Or is he actually an accomplice?'
"I wish you a speedy recovery, Mr. Cartmell."
After hanging up the phone, the
