The most helpless thing in Aria's life was that Grayson had always been ignoring her during the six years of their marriage.
And Grayson's greatest chagrin in his life was that Aria had finally become disillusioned with him after he had been her husband for six years.
"Grayson, let's end it..."
"Aria, do you know that? I regretted that I didn't screw you to death in bed!"
Six years of marriage finally ended up with divorce.
Grayson was the president of the famous Harris Group in Z City and a golden bachelor that countless women dreamed of.
He fell in love with her after only taking a look at her, who was as pretty as a picture in a white dress.
However, a marriage of interest exhausted all his love for her.
He gave her tit for tat at every turn to watch her suffer.
Aria could not remember when she had fallen in love with Grayson. She vaguely remembered the teenager had smiled faintly under the sunlight on the street one afternoon, like a warm spring breeze blowing into her heart.
Three years after the divorce, they met again, but in an awkward way.
He had Zoe with a bright smile in his arms.
While she nestled against Lucas's shoulder with a light smile.
For the first time, he was just about to provoke her when she pre-empted him, "It's been a long time. This is my fiancé, Lucas. Our wedding is on the 12th of next month."
Wedding? At these words, he thought in his heart that there was no way she could get married!

The Runaway Wife Wanted Internationally

"We are already divorced." Aria reminded in a whisper again, hoping he would let her go and free her.


She had traded her six years of youth for his neglect.


She was tired and wanted to stop pestering.


Grayson's cold gaze was even more sharp, his handsome face twitched violently, his brow furrowed, and he said word for word, gnashing his teeth.


"It's better that we're divorced. We can have sex with each other but don't have to take the responsibility. Or I can just give you some money. Aren't you going to save your good friend Riley?" Grayson slightly raised his eyebrows with a cruel and evil smile, "Do you want to save her? Then please me."


Grayson turned over and lay beside her, waiting for her choice.


He tilted his head and looked at her lazily. He met her gaze with a faint smile, eyebrows slightly raised, and long eyelashes upward with piercing cold.


"No one can save her except me. Believe it or not, I only need to say a word and can let her be in jail for a lifetime."


Chapter 22: Forced Possession