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

To appease Riley and Kinsley, Aria dragged his tired body up the stairs step by step.


My head is dizzy and I walk in a trance.


It must have been soaking in the water with Riley for too long in the afternoon. After coming out, I sat on the beach with Riley for a long time. I caught a cold.


Aria rubbed his splitting head and walked to the corner staircase. Aria raised his eyes-


On the door of her house, she leaned against this thin and handsome man.


A pure handmade suit shows his elegance, his head slightly nodded, and his eyes were clean, clear and empty. In his heart seems like water like Ming Che. One hand was holding a cigarette, the other hand was stuck in his trouser pocket, and his eyes were oblique.


Smoke, seems to be waiting for someone.


It seemed that someone was staring at him, his eyes shifting and looking at Aria.


Gently hooked his lips, his voice was hoarse, "back."


Chapter one hundred and ninety-fifth trance