Chapter 3 At the Bar
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Gazing at this man before her—both familiar and unfamiliar—Zahara involuntarily became momentarily lost in thought.
Although her love had faded, an indescribable ache quietly spread in her heart.
After a moment, she spoke in a calm yet firm tone, "Indeed, I am a bit tired of it. Let's get a divorce."
Yuri hadn't anticipated Zahara's words, and he hesitated for a moment.
However, this fleeting surge of emotion was swiftly suppressed, replaced by a cold, contemptuous smile on his lips.
"Divorce? You went to great lengths to marry into this family back then, and now you're willing to let go so easily? Besides, given your family's current situation, would your parents agree? Quit the act!"
Yuri believed this was merely another ploy by Zahara to win him back.
Zahara smiled, not wanting to elaborate further. She genuinely wished to end this marriage.
Back then, even though Yuri and Yasmine were already entangled, Zahara had still chosen to marry Yuri.
Apart from the White family pushing for the marriage, there was also her own insistence.
Yet, her persistence stemmed not from love but from deep-seated resentment.
As long as she didn't divorce Yuri, Yasmine remained a hidden mistress.
But over three years, she gradually realized that this entanglement was meaningless, and she had sacrificed herself for nothing. Rather than endure it, it would be better to divorce and free herself.
With a steely gaze, Zahara declared resolutely, "Don't worry about anything else. As long as you're willing to divorce, I'll find a way to solve it."
Observing Zahara's calm yet determined demeanor, Yuri felt inexplicably irritated. Suppressing this emotion quickly, he asked harshly, "What game are you playing this time? Are you trying to make yourself look hard to get? I'm warning you, these tactics don't work on me at all. I will only love—"
Before he could finish, an angry shout interrupted him, "Yuri, you good-for-nothing, shut up!" Owen emerged from the room, trembling with anger as he tapped his cane on the ground, shouting furiously, "Did everything I just tell you go in one ear and out the other? As long as I have a breath left in me, don't even think about getting a divorce, and that woman will never set foot in the Lewis family home! The only daughter-in-law I'll ever acknowledge is Zahara!"
Yuri, upon seeing Owen, looked slightly embarrassed but did not back down. He retorted, "The only wife I'll ever acknowledge is Yasmine! If you only recognize Zahara, then you can live with her yourself. I will never compromise like I did back then!"
With that, Yuri swept Yasmine into his arms and turned to leave. Owen shook with anger. Zahara hurried forward to support him, "Grandpa Owen..."
Owen composed himself and turned to look at her, offering comfort. "Zahara, I know you're hurt, but don't say things out of anger. White family still needs the Lewis family's support, and the Lewis family absolutely cannot have such a daughter-in-law. Getting a divorce now would only play into that woman's hands. I only recognize you as my grandson's wife. I will set that boy straight later and find a way to make them end their relationship."
Zahara understood that her marriage to Yuri involved the interests of both families, making divorce no simple matter.
She simply nodded and softly replied "Okay" without further comment.
Escorting Owen back to his room, she then returned to her own room to tidy up a bit.
Her emotions, however, were turbulent, unable to settle for a long time.
Trapped and troubled, she couldn't find a way out.
Finally, Zahara decisively left the house and found a quiet and elegant bar nearby, intending to use a stiff drink to alleviate the worries in her heart.
In a dimly lit booth with soft, yellowish lighting, she unexpectedly spotted a familiar figure not far away.
Zahara couldn't help but frown. 'Why would Xavier be here?'
In a booth not far away, the man sat with his back to the light, his face exquisitely beautiful, almost as if carved by a master artisan, breathtakingly gorgeous.
Yet, there was a hint of irritation in his eyes, clearly indicating his extremely bad mood.
Just as Zahara pondered this, her phone vibrated.
Instinctively looking down, she saw a text message from him.
Xavier: Where are you? I'm in Sophiapolis too. Let's meet.
Zahara slightly raised her eyebrows and unhesitatingly tossed her phone on the table, showing no intention to reply.
Then, she reached for the glass on the table, planning to drink it in one gulp and leave quietly to avoid any further complications.
Much to her surprise, her phone vibrated again.
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