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Remarried Heiress's Revenge

"Why marry someone you're not in love with and who isn't in love with you back?" . . Lola only married the man her father wanted her to marry because it was advantageous to their business. She didn't expect to be happy because she knew she and this man weren't in love. Her marriage appeared normal at first, but after five years of no child, she discovered that this man had decided to bring in another woman under the guise of surrogacy. After all of the ups and downs in their marriage, Lola decided to divorce him. She didn't think about getting revenge after successfully divorcing this man; it didn't matter at first, but when the reason he brought a surrogate in the first place came to light, she couldn't let it go. She intended to exact revenge at first, but her plans changed when she ran into her one and only ex-boyfriend from high school, Luis Borbón, again, who unexpectedly asked for her hand in marriage. Will Lola put her vengeance aside and agree to this marriage? Or will she concentrate on exacting her vengeance?

Kuchi_G_ · Urbano
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149 Chs

January 15 II: Grieving.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to visit her grave?" asked a soft voice behind Luis.

Luis spun around to face Esmeralda. Esmeralda's right hand was in the pocket of her black dress, while her left hand held the umbrella over his head. She was frowning slightly and staring at the grave in front of her, as if she wanted to peer through the stone wall that concealed it.

Luis stood up, sighed inwardly, and smiled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, I just wanted to spend some time with mother alone," he said, his eyes looking down in regret.

She did not respond, instead staring intently at the grave.

"If you had told me, we could have gone together." Esmeralda spoke with a stern tone that sounded accusatory. Her gaze was still fixed on the grave, and she didn't even look at Luis.

"I'm sorry, you know I'm always not thinking straight on Mother's death anniversary," he muttered, nervously running his hand through his messy hair.