Reborn To Divorce My Billionaire Husband

to long, watercolor-like stripes. Every raindrop that fell onto the glass was

d slowly, a movement that

as t

jaw was a hard, unforgiving line, his focus entirely on the stock figures scrolling across the screen. He was t

rview mirror, his expression a polite mask

n. A costume she had

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birthday, October 15th, the moment Catalina Tucker appeared at the Shaw family with her

e back, and Evangelin

ly. To make Catalina Tucker the sole heir, Evangeline's car was tampere

n two weeks until

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em to meet passively, she pre

sp. It sounded like a stranger's. "

but the subtle tightening of his jaw was a clear sign of his displeas

uestion, but a cold fact. His tone was the o

the inconvenience, and endured the gnawing cramp in her stomach until they arrived at the gala. She ha

she has

window. "I need a bottle of seltzer," she said, her voice devoi

, narrowed on her. It was a look of faint surprise, of a man noticing for the first time that a piece of furniture h

ble sigh of irritation, he g

of a brightly lit 7-Eleven. Ben was already

eline said, pushing

nto the downpour. The cold, driving rain was a shock, soaking the hem of her

ghts a painful glare after the dim luxury of the car. The air smelled of stale coffee and

linoleum floor. Her target was the refrigerated section at the back. She grabbed t

ked to the counter

wore a cheap, ill-fitting red polo shirt with the store's logo on it. Her hair was a simple brow

res. A face she saw in the flash of the expl

ina T

as her. It was unmistakably the woman who would become the true Shaw fa

d, her voice soft and a little hesitant. She seemed intimida

il. The chipped nail polish. The faint shadow of exhaustion under her eyes. Th

laying it on the counter. Her fingertips deliberately brushed against th

vangeline said, her

t. I have to give you your change." In her nervousness, a cascade of coins spi

e felt a flicker of pity. Now, she onl

a smile that didn't reach her eyes. The smile was a weap

the plastic name tag pinned t

rf

y taking shape in her mind, wild and audacious. In her last life, they had called her the cu

n the cage door. She would personally

in around her. Across the wet, gleaming asphalt, the Maybach

so would h

lungs. This time, it wasn't a gasp