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

Lucy shook his head and continued, "This is not the case. In fact, it is my selfishness that is at fault or I don't believe you. Clearly, I know that you are married and have a gentle and handsome husband, but I still question you like this."


Aria has not come to see Lucy these days. Lucy's heart was empty. He knew that one day a prince-like Wen Ya man with stunning and handsome appearance appeared in front of her ward. His slender fingers were fixed on the door and he tapped twice. His pleasant and low voice shone on Lucy like warm sunshine. His whole body was warm, as if flowers were in full bloom and fragrant.


His face is almost perfect, his facial features are delicate and elegant, and he is as handsome as an art knife. He is like the brightest and dazzling stars in the sky, and he is like a beautiful picture scroll drawn by God himself. He will be captivated at a single glance and will pour out all his life.


Chapter three hundred and six has a kind of pain called blood dripping wet