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

Aria was too anxious to consider his thoughts. He only thought that if the company could return to her hands, his father would be very happy.


Aria walked a little hurriedly and didn't see the figure stopping in front of him. He bumped into it.


"I didn't think you were such a rash woman, not only rash, but also hypocritical. Do you need to do this?"


Aria's eyes widened. She was rash, but how hypocritical and affected was she?


Grayson leans slightly on his side, and his beautiful side face is like uncanny craftsmanship. He is beautifully carved and has sharp edges and corners. The slightly longer bangs covered the deep and remote eyes, and the corners of the mouth sarcastically said, "Mr gu, it's really a good name. Since we are all so strange, why should I sell my things to you? Who are you? What qualifications do you have?"


Chapter three hundred and nineteen what qualifications do you have