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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!

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Chapter 10: Without Any Emotion

Aria was stunned by the words without any emotion for a moment and soon returned to the present moment.

She overestimated herself. Before the divorce, he was already indifferent to her. How could she expect him to help her after the divorce?

Now she was not even "Mrs. Harris" anymore!

Somehow, Aria panicked, clutched the corner of her clothes, and did not dare to look the man in the face.

What was going on with her? Why would she expect this man to help her?

The hair on Aria's forehead was soaked with cold sweat. She tried to calm herself, took a deep breath, lowered her head, and said in a very low voice, "Sorry."

After saying that, she turned around and disappeared step by step in the corridor.

Aria stepped forward and never stopped for another second. She knew that the man was staring at herself behind her and felt uneasy.