Life Rebooted After the Divorce

Chapter 8

Unexpectedly, the next morning, I received a message from Charlie: Leila, I don't want to argue with you. I hope you can calm down and reflect seriously. I'll forgive you this time, but if it happens again, I will divorce you.

I screamed internally, why did Charlie change his mind so quickly? He had agreed to divorce me!

I realized I needed to try harder.

I bought a front-row ticket to Abigail’s performance.

While she was on stage, I thought of sad things and cried intensely.

I could see clearly that Abigail was distracted on stage, missing several beats.

After the performance, I waited for her in the back alley.

However, this time, a man was already there, waiting for me.

He was tall, with golden curls, as handsome as a statue in an art gallery.

I recognized his chiseled features immediately from photos.

Even if I hadn't seen his pictures, I would have guessed his identity easily.

After all, his Hermès shirt cuffs were stained with oil paint.

He was Abigail's brother, Orlin Hill, a very famous painter.

I suddenly regretted not putting on makeup.

I asked, "Mr. Hill, are you waiting for me?"

He seemed surprised that I recognized him.

He nodded and said, "Yes, Mrs. Wilson, I want to talk to you."

I said, "Of course."