Is she that desparate to get divorce?

Night fell. The sky was dark, spangled with stars.

"Honey, I'll move out tomorrow. How's that?" Selin hugged the man from behind, resting her gorgeous face on his broad back

"It's okay. I'm planning to give Whitland Villa to you." Liam' voice was cold and placid.

Selin's lips quirked up. In a well-behaved and obedient manner, she said, "Honey, it was agreed that I would leave this marriage of four years with nothing. Isn't it great that we can stay out of each other's lives now?"

Liam couldn't see her expression at this moment, but he could tell that the woman wasn't sad at all.

Is she that desperate to get a divorce?

For some reason, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Don't you love money?"

"Desired wealth must be acquired uprightly. Besides, it's not a good thing to receive an alimony'selin let go of her hands that were embracing the man's waist. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

The woman had just turned around when she was abruptly tugged by the arm. The man's thin lips inched closer. She smiled delicately and covered her mouth, gazing at him with her pair of bright eyes "We're gonna divorce soon."

"So long as we haven't made it official, you're still my wife," Liam said with a slight frown.

Liam had always liked her obedience and gentleness.

The night was like a dream.

fter four years of marriage, Liam couldn't bear to part with selin.

Selin lifted her head to look at the man before her eyes.

Liam was the prized prince of wilson Group and the first captain of South Star Airlines. Women and daughters of wealthy families swooned over him and stewardesses and ground staff were crazy about him. He was known as the walking ten thousand fans generator.

Of course, she was excluded from these people.

She had known her role all long in this marriage. And now, this four–year marriage was finally coming to an end.

The next morning, Liam was already up when selin awoke and was washing up in the bathroom.

"Morning." selin slowly sat up.

Liam had put on a black shirt with a pair of black pants underneath.

Selin got out of bed and found a black dress to put on.

It was Charles' funeral today.

Naturally, she had to attend as his nominal granddaughter-in-law.

Liam glanced at her and said, "You don't have to go if you don't want to. We can drop the act now since we're getting a divorce."

Selin's hands, which were just about to put her clothes on, froze. "Grandpa was nice to me I want to see him one last time and send him off.""

"All right then, I'll get Spencer to send you there," Liam said flatly.

"Great!" selin smiled.

Does that mean he doesn't want to expose me? During the four years of marriage, the public had only known that the president of wilson Group, Liam Wilson, had a young wife in a secret marriage, but no one had ever actually seen her face.

She was the women who lived in the rumors.

Now that they were about to get a divorce, it was even more unnecessary to let the public know what she looked like. And she understood that.

Liam stared absentmindedly at selin.

He had always known that the marriage between the two of them differed from others. They had signed a contract when they got married in which they wouldn't meddle in each other's lives during the contract period.

Selin would live as his rich wife and pretend to be his lover in front of his grandfather, and in retum, he would gift her with bags, clothes, jewelry, or anything that money could buy.

He had met this woman in front of the hospital, standing expressionlessly in the pouring rain, screaming, "Is there anyone who wants to marry me?"

All the passersby had thought she was a psycho.

He didn't know why she did that and wasn't interested to know.

But he knew she needed a wife at that time and that she had a pleasant look.

Little did he expect this marriage to last for four years until his grandfather passed away last week. After four years of acting, the play finally ended.

The death of his grandfather hit him so hard that he took a week to recollect himself before the funeral. Even now, he could still feel voice and happy countenance. a dull pain in his chest whenever he thought of Charles' gentle

In the past four years, there was no difference between them and an ordinary couple. He was always on the go and would usually spend the night at Whitland Villa only during weekends.

Selin had always waited for him obediently, and would never complain about his coming and going.

Before Liam left the house, Selin stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Bye-bye, honey."

The man lowered his head to kiss her lips. "Be good at the funeral later."

"Okay, I will." selin nodded and watched as he left.

The two of them interacted like an extremely affectionate old married couple. It didn't look like the were about to divorce at all.

Seeing that the man had got into the black Bentley, Selin turned around and closed the door.

The obedience and gentleness on her stunning face were immediately replaced with an unprecedented coldness, as if it were blanketed with a layer of frost, creating a sharp contrast to her soft and lovely appearance before.

It was as if she was a different person.

Expressionlessly tidying herself up, she departed as well.

At some point, it started drizzling.

Northern Cemetery.

The grass was green and soft to the touch. The entire North Mountain was enveloped by a curtain of rain, making it look hazy and surreal.

Charles' grave was chosen here, where it was beautiful and peaceful.

The funeral was minimalistic, almost too simple. Most of the people who came were the wilson family's friends and relatives, and some business partners.

Under the rain, the white lilies that were placed around the tombstone appeared spotlessly white.

Selin got down from the car and walked toward the crowd holding a black umbrella.

She looked at Liam. The man was in a black suit, his posture was straight and his lips were set in hard line.

He was standing quietly at the front; his handsome face full of sadness and his eyes red.

She knew he was single-handedly brought up by Charles and that he was extremely attached to him.

Selin went over and bowed in respect. Looking at Charles' picture on the tombstone, she drew in deep breath and gently put the lilies in her hand in front of the tombstone. And so, a man's life ended.

She hated this palce and she hated the atmosphere. Most of all, she hated it when someone walked away from her life.

A trace of helplessness and sorrow surfaced from the depth of her eyes. Charles had been really good to her when he was alive, doting on her as if she were his own granddaughter.

She flung herself against the cold tombstone and kneeled under the pouring rain, bowing to the old man with her face to the earth.

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