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The Runaway Wife Wanted Internationally

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!

NewEraCult · Histoire
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Chapter two hundred and ninety-nine can't meet

Aria is fine. He is gratified. However, Aria and Lucas hugged each other, and he couldn't wait to rush up and embed Aria into his body.

"BOSS."

For a long time, for a long time, Grayson slowly loosened his hand and turned weakly to get on the bus. His voice was low and cold. "Drive."

Lucas hugged Aria and did not hear the noise of the car. He looked up and saw a familiar figure getting on the car in a trance and quickly disappeared into his sight.

Eyebrows slightly wrinkled, the person's back, like someone.

After returning from the cemetery, Aria met his daughter and rushed to the hospital. She could not tell her father what had happened, but swallowed it alone.

Aria didn't hire a nurse. She was not at ease when others did things.

After scrubbing his father's body, Aria leaned against the sofa with a tired face, forcing his eyes and taking a nap.