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

"I'm fine." Aria crouched down and picked up the books scattered on the ground one by one.


"No, senior." Aria put the books away, turned to Lucas as if nothing had happened and said, "Senior, don't you have to go to work in the afternoon?"


Lucas knows the meaning of this sentence.


"Then I'll go back first and you have a good rest."


After Lucas left, Aria put the books he picked up in order and began to clean the living room.


On the floor of the living room, fragmentary paper bags lay quietly on the floor.


When Grayson came just now, he was carrying the bag in his hand.


Aria bent down and slowly picked it up. In the bag, there was hot food, still steaming...


Where he can't see it, it's rampant...-


Aria's tears were still hanging on his face when Riley called.


Riley spoke politely on the phone, with a hint of sadness.


Chapter one hundred and ninety-fourth the story of Kinsley