My husband fell in love with a vibrant college girl and suggested we try an open marriage. I proposed divorce, and he scoffed in disbelief. “Aria, who else would want you if you divorce me?” A month later, Bay City’s most mysterious tycoon held my waist and raised an eyebrow, asking: “Your ex-husband is next door. Want to go see him?” I threw caution to the wind and replied with a slight smile, “Sure, let’s go meet your predecessor.” After Connor came back, he excitedly shared with me that he had never met someone so compatible. They went skydiving together, skiing together, and climbed to the peak of Mont Blanc… Their souls resonated; they were each other’s muse. “Aria, you should go out and see the world too, or maybe start dating. “Honestly, we got married too early, mistaking habit for love. “Why don’t we try an open marriage?” Connor’s face was beaming with sweetness as he generously suggested. I stared at Connor’s handsome face, tracing from his brow bone to his jaw with my eyes. Less than three years after graduation, he had already become a stranger to me. I paused for a moment, then chuckled: “No need for such trouble, let’s just get divorced. “Since you like her so much, I’ll step aside.” A flash of surprise crossed Connor’s eyes. “Aria, you know your situation. Who else would want you if you divorce me?” I was slightly stunned, not expecting him to use this to poke at me. Yes, what was my situation? My mother ran off with someone. My father was a gambling addict who drowned in a muddy pond while drunk. Even my grandmother who raised me passed away a few years ago. I was alone, like duckweed, with no one to rely on. This was the vulnerability I had revealed to him in my fragile moments, and now it had become his leverage to manipulate me. Connor was so sure I couldn’t leave him that he dared to flaunt his new love interest right in front of me. The promise he made when we got married – to love and care for me for a lifetime – was like a sharp knife, repeatedly twisting in my heart. I took deep breaths, hands gripping the edge of the table, staring at him steadily, my tone resolute: “I said, I want a divorce.” Connor was stunned for a moment, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corners of his mouth. “Since you insist on divorce, I have no choice. “Aria, it’s not that I want to let you down, you’re forcing me to do this. “Don’t come back begging me later.” When I went back to the room to pack my things, I overheard Connor’s conversation with his friend. “Connor, are you really divorcing your wife?” “She’s trying to pressure me with divorce, so I’ll let her have her way. “Zoe’s been clinging to me tightly, I don’t have time to deal with her petty jealousy. “She has no family here, it won’t be long before she comes crawling back begging me to remarry her.” A wave of bitterness washed over me. I directly threw our wedding photo along with the wedding ring into the trash can.
On the day of the divorce, the sun was shining brightly. I met the girl Connor had described as his soulmate – she was sporty, with a high ponytail, full of energy. “Sis, you should go out more often. When people get old, they can’t keep up with the times and easily get eliminated.” She clung to Connor’s arm, sitting in his passenger seat, looking at me provocatively. I was barely twenty-five, yet someone was calling me old. Someone passed by carrying a mirror, and I caught a glimpse of myself. Delicate features, long black hair, curves in all the right places, long legs – I wasn’t inferior to anyone. On the way home, I tried hard to control my emotions, but tears still kept flowing. Bang! I crashed into a Rolls-Royce in front of me. I hurriedly got out of the car to apologize. A pair of long legs stepped out of the car ahead. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding nobility amidst his coldness. “It’s you.” The man broke the awkward silence first. I was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized who the man in front of me was. Connor had mentioned him many times – Bay City’s mysterious tycoon, Lucas Sinclair, the helmsman of the financial group that Mitchell Corp had always wanted to cooperate with. “I haven’t even asked for compensation yet, and you’re crying like this.” Lucas Sinclair handed me a handkerchief, his tone surprisingly gentle. “No, you misunderstand. It’s entirely my fault, I’ll definitely compensate you. “I just got divorced, and I’m having trouble controlling my emotions. I’m sorry.” I hurriedly explained, afraid he might think I was trying to shirk responsibility. “Divorced?” Lucas Sinclair asked again. I nodded. “That’s good.” “What?” Lucas Sinclair’s lips curled into a faint smile as he slowly said: “It’s nothing. The weather is nice today, we shouldn’t waste time on such trivial matters. “Miss Bennett, would you mind exchanging contact information? We can talk more later.” I was a bit surprised and didn’t recover for a long time. Connor had once spent hundreds of thousands but couldn’t get Lucas Sinclair’s phone number or SnapChat. Now it was just lying in my phone. Several days passed, and Lucas Sinclair didn’t mention anything about compensation. Even when I asked proactively, there was no reply from the other side. A tycoon is a tycoon, probably busier. Or perhaps he had five SnapChat accounts and didn’t check this one often. The next time I saw Lucas Sinclair was after a company drinking party. I was a bit drunk and bumped into a figure in the hallway. Lucas Sinclair gentlemanly supported me. Under the influence of alcohol, my emotions broke down again, and I cried uncontrollably. “Mr. Sinclair, this…” “I have something to attend to, we’ll talk next time.” Suddenly my feet left the ground, and I was carried by Lucas Sinclair to his car. The atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous. In the confined space, the pheromones emanating from Lucas Sinclair constantly stimulated my nerves. I had heard many stories about him – how he took over Sinclair Corp at a young age and won the trust of the old guard with his thunderous methods. [“Who else would want you if you divorce me.”] Connor’s words echoed in my mind, painful to the point of suffocation. Looking at this face in front of me, more noble than Connor’s, I couldn’t help but lean closer. “Aria, you’re drunk.” Lucas Sinclair’s finger pressed against my shoulder, his voice deep. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding my judgment, or maybe it was my unwillingness to give in. I boldly shook off his hand and leaned forward. “Your lips look so soft, I wonder if they’re nice to kiss.” At that moment my mind went blank, I don’t even remember what Lucas Sinclair replied. I only knew that his breath lingered on the tip of my nose, making my heartstrings tremble. His lips really were soft, yet full of aggression. “Open your mouth to breathe~” I dazedly complied. He cupped the back of my head, like crashing waves. His fingertips slid down my waist, and I couldn’t help but arch my body, pressing against his burning chest. His warm lips moved down inch by inch. In the adult world, we both knew what was about to happen. Lucas Sinclair draped his suit Connoret over my flushed face and carried me into a nearby five-star hotel.
“Connor, isn’t that Mr. Sinclair up ahead? Our project…” Not far away, Connor’s car was parked. “Have some sense, don’t ruin Lucas Sinclair’s mood.” Connor lazily leaned back in his seat, his expression playful. “Rumor has it he doesn’t take interest in women, seems we can’t trust everything we hear. Those you picked before were too low class, go find better ones.” “Yes, Connor.” “I heard your ex-wife is at that store up ahead, should we…” Connor gave a cold laugh and rolled up the window. “Don’t bother with her. “She knew I’d be passing by and deliberately tried to get my attention. “I’m tired of her tricks. “Let’s go somewhere else. “By the way, go buy that jewelry set she likes, so she won’t throw a tantrum at me again.”
I was pinned against the door by Lucas Sinclair, his tall figure tightly enveloping me. As my clothes slipped off, I suddenly felt like retreating. “Scared?” Lucas Sinclair’s finger slowly slid down my spine, and for a moment my mind cleared. I shook my head slightly and directly wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. After years of following the rules, what harm could one moment of wildness do? Moreover, the man in front of me was Lucas Sinclair, whom countless people pursued. The night was deep, the moon had just peeked out, stirring the spring waters all night long. When I woke up, the sound of water came from the bathroom, and the man’s toned body was silhouetted behind the misty door. His waist was slim but powerful. Recalling last night’s frenzy, my face instantly turned red. Lucas Sinclair opened the door, the towel around his waist a bit short. I couldn’t help but swallow. Even though I had seen everything last night, being so close and meeting his gaze still involuntarily drew me in. Connor was right, I should date more. Having never tasted anything good, I had stupidly clung to him. But someone of Lucas Sinclair’s background wasn’t suitable for me. “What are you thinking about?” Lucas Sinclair’s fingertip touched behind my ear, leaving a gentle kiss. What followed was another surge of passion. While Lucas Sinclair was in another room taking a conference call, I quietly put on my clothes and left the hotel, blocking his contact information. This incident was just a mistake. People in the clouds are out of reach. To keep myself clear-headed, I agreed to a date with a college student. In a coffee shop on the corner, I took out a mirror to touch up my makeup when someone I didn’t want to see appeared – Zoe Harper. “Sis, what a coincidence. Are you waiting for someone?” Zoe Harper sat down across from me uninvited. Today she was dressed provocatively sexy. I had no interest in engaging with her and picked up my bag to change seats. “The person you’re waiting for won’t come, sis. He’s my junior, I asked him to invite you. “I didn’t expect you’d be so easy to ask out, sis. Seems you’re really not popular, no one’s chasing you. “No wonder Connor said you’re boring.” Zoe Harper’s words made me stop in my tracks. I turned around and poured my unfinished coffee on her. “Is interfering in other people’s marriages something to be proud of? “Should I go advertise at your school, let your juniors and seniors admire you properly?” “Aria! Don’t go too far.” Connor had just arrived and saw me bullying his precious little girlfriend. He protectively shielded her behind him. “Sis was stood up by my junior, that’s why she took her anger out on me. “It’s okay, I’m fine. Look, I’m perfectly alright.” Zoe Harper smiled as she wiped the coffee stains off her face, enthusiastically explaining on my behalf in front of Connor. “Junior. Heh, Aria, when did you start trying to date college boys too? “Remember what I said? After divorcing me, no one else would want you.” A thousand words stuck in my throat, my chest feeling as if pressed by a heavy weight. I looked at him and poured the remaining coffee in the cup directly onto his face. “Connor, you’re disgusting.” After doing this, I clenched my sweaty palms and quickly left the coffee shop, dragging my tired body and mind. Back home, that eye-catching Rolls-Royce was parked in the community parking lot. After going upstairs, sure enough, Lucas Sinclair was standing at my door, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion. “Mr. Sinclair, what a coincidence.” I felt a bit awkward and guilty, not knowing what to say for a moment. “Mr. Sinclair? That night…” Lucas Sinclair raised an eyebrow. I immediately nervously covered his mouth and pulled him inside after opening the door. Lucas Sinclair confined me in his arms, his kisses forceful and surging.
It wasn’t until I was pressed down that he looked down at me, his eyes icy cold, and asked: “Aria, do you know how many people want my contact information? “Why did you block me? What did you take me for? “A tool to dispel your sorrow, or a substitute for your ex-husband?” Those eyes were bottomless, making me afraid to meet his gaze. The wind whipped the flowers into a frenzy. I couldn’t help but tremble, biting down on his shoulder. “Think it through before you speak.” For a period of time after that, Lucas Sinclair and I maintained a delicate balance. I had seen firsthand how uncompromising he was in negotiations. No matter how cultured he appeared on the outside, it couldn’t hide his decisive and ruthless nature. For someone like him, women wouldn’t be in short supply. I really couldn’t figure out his intention in squeezing into my home every day. Perhaps he found it novel… “What do you want to eat? I’ll take you out.” Lucas Sinclair put on his watch and buttoned up his shirt, returning to his cold and noble state, a stark contrast to the beast from moments ago. “Anything is fine with me.” I’m not picky about food. Lucas Sinclair directly took me to a high-end restaurant, where Connor used to love bringing friends. “Covering old memories with new ones helps you let go of the past.” Lucas Sinclair ordered several dishes, and I realized he understood me better than I had imagined. “Did you specially choose this place?” I couldn’t help but ask the question in my mind. “I hope that in the future, wherever you go, the only person you think of will be me.” Lucas Sinclair cut the steak and gently pushed it in front of me. “Mr. Sinclair, don’t joke around. We don’t have a future.” I smiled wryly. The expression of the person in front of me suddenly turned cold, filled with some indecipherable emotion. “Aria, do you think I’m the kind of person who’s casual about relationships? “You’ve provoked me, don’t you plan to take responsibility?” “Mr. Sinclair, I’m divorced.” I sighed. “So what?” “We’re not suitable.” “You didn’t say we weren’t suitable when you wanted to kiss me. “Now that you’ve had your fill, you want to sever ties with me?” Lucas Sinclair stood up and gripped the back of my chair, his hot breath fanning my face, his soft lips just inches away. I still wanted to kiss him. “Connor, you really don’t want to find your ex-wife?” The voice of Connor’s friend sounded outside the private room, and I immediately held my breath. “Wait until she comes to apologize on her own.” Connor said coldly, his tone tinged with impatience. Looking at his phone, Aria had blocked all his contact methods, even on social media platforms. This time, her temper was quite big. It was time to properly grind her down. “Miss Harper will be here soon. Should we order her favorite dishes?” “Whatever, you don’t need to ask me about these things.” Aria still hadn’t actively sought reconciliation with him, to the point where Connor had lost interest in Zoe Harper as well. Perhaps he had been too harsh towards Aria that day at the coffee shop. Next time he saw her, he could consider giving her a way out. During their time apart, Connor finally realized that compared to the fresh excitement outside, he still preferred Aria’s stability. He and Aria were meant to be together, destined to be bound for life. “Go order a bouquet of flowers, red roses, 999 of them.”
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