The Divorcee Amazed the World

Beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, long eyelashes hanging down, carrying three parts of allure and seven parts of charm. Even the strands of hair exuded a hint of sensuality, radiating a strong masculine charm.

“Willis, I’m not asking for anything. I just want to share a beautiful night with you, and that’s enough for me. Since I was little, I’ve dreamed of growing up and marrying you. If it weren’t for that car accident three years ago, we would have been together long ago.”

Susan grabbed his hand and pressed it against her body, saying, “Feel it for yourself, I’m no less than Helena.”

Willis, feeling an electric shock, quickly pulled his hand away.

Even in his intoxicated state, under the influence of some unknown substance, his aversion towards her remained unchanged. He opened the door, coldly pushing her out.

A loud bang!

The door slammed shut!

The world fell silent.

Willis gripped the doorknob tightly, his body burning hot.

The blood vessels under his skin felt like they were about to explode, as if millions of ants were crawling within his body, causing an unbearable itch.

He staggered to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to lower his body’s temperature.

It felt like a long time had passed, yet also like a short time.

The doorbell rang again.

Willis walked out, thinking it was Susan, and opened the door without clearly seeing who it was. He sternly said, “Get out!”

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s me, Mr. Santana. I’m here to take you to the hospital.”

Hearing a man’s voice, Willis finally relaxed his grip and let him assist in guiding him to the elevator.

Susan hid in a corner of the hallway, gazing at Willis’s gradually disappearing figure with a resentful look.

Her self-esteem lay shattered on the ground. Even under these circumstances, he refused to touch her. Was she really that unbearable?

She couldn’t understand – what was it that made her inferior to Helena?

She was convinced that she was more appealing to men, knew how to be charming, flirtatious, and had a thousand enchanting manners.

Susan picked up her phone and called Bruce, expressing her frustration, “Bruce, it didn’t work out.”

Bruce, with a soothing tone, consoled her, “Don’t be disheartened. If it didn’t work this time, there will be a next time, and I’ll help you.”

Touched, Susan almost felt like crying. “Bruce, why are you so good to me?”

Bruce, now in an empty hotel room, holding his phone, looked out the window with an indifferent expression. His voice, however, was extremely gentle, “Because I’m also someone who loves and cannot have, and I understand that feeling too well. Several years ago, due to an accident, I had to part with the one I loved. Later, I regretted it and wanted to win her back, but she had already gone to another world.”

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “You’re luckier than me; the person you love is still alive. Fight for what you can now; don’t wait for regrets later.”

Susan, for a moment, felt like she had found a kindred spirit.

He understood her too well.

Too well.

Her throat felt dry as she said, “Thank you, Bruce. You’re truly a good person.”

Bruce smiled, “I’m not a good person; I just sympathize because we share similar struggles. Remember to keep today’s events a secret. Don’t tell anyone, not even your parents, understand?”

Susan hesitated for a moment. “You can trust me; my lips are sealed.”

After hanging up, Bruce switched to another phone and dialed a number, asking, “Did you take the photos?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The other person replied, “Yes, we got photos of both of them, and we recorded a video. Susan entering Willis’s room is captured clearly. I assure you, Mr. Santana, I’m thorough in my work.”

“Excellent. Use an overseas IP to upload everything online, find a way to hype it up, make it big news. Write the news article with headlines like ‘The Santana Group’s Second Young Master Shows Affection to Wife and Cheats with Ex-girlfriend in a Hotel Room.’ Get a professional to spice it up, making it both eye-catching and seemingly authentic.”

“Understood, Mr. Santana.”

Bruce tossed the phone onto the windowsill.

With his hands in his pockets, he gazed at the colorful lights outside the window, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.