Chapter 1 Gavyn, Let’s Get a Divorce
Under the dim light, Aylin buried her head under the soft quilt. The back of her neck was
tense and rosy, while she was trying her best to swallow the groan due to the pain.
The temperature in the room rose slightly, and in the next second, she was pushed
away.
In the three years of marriage, Aylin was already used to being treated by her husband
coldly. She had no choice. After all, she loved him deeply.
Ignoring the tearing pain from her body, she casually put on a thin shirt and brought in
the carefully prepared cake.
“Gavyn, it’s your birthday today. Grandpa told me to make sure you had a bite of the
cake.”
Clank.
Gavyn buckled his belt and only turned to look at her after a while.
“Aylin, do
you
think I’ll listen to you, just because you use Grandpa as an excuse?”
Under the light, Gavyn’s temperament was cold. His tailored suit suited his tall figure perfectly, and his indifferent voice showed how impatient he was. His freezing gaze
made Aylin feel a chill from deep down.
In contrast, Aylin was wearing a house dress, which was already whitish after times of washing, and it made her look like an ugly duckling.
“It’s not…”
She seemed at a loss because of the panic. “I just wanted to say that we’ve been married for three years, but you haven’t spent a birthday at home yet…”
Aylin’s voice became lower and lower as she spoke.
They had been married for three years. Except for his physiological needs or visiting his grandfather at the old house, he never came to her at their own home. She was alone in the empty villa as if she were a wandering ghost who had been all alone.
“No!”
His voice was utterly cold as he smashed the cake on the floor.
“Aylin, do you really think you are Cinderella? I’m warning you. I only married you to
make Grandpa happy. If someone else had saved Grandpa, I would have married her as
well!”
He thought, you come from the slums originally, and now you have incomparable
status and money.
Do you really think I don’t know what you are scheming?
The expression on Gavyn’s face was ruthless and mocking.
Aylin’s expression froze. Before she could retort, he told her something else that shocked her.
“Laila is back. I’ll go pick her up.”
At that precise moment, the pain in her heart was far worse than that in her body..
The words Gavyn said in his deep, sensual voice pierced her heart accurately like a sharp blade.
It was so painful that her face turned pale, and her lips trembled violently.
Laila Marsh…
The name was Aylin’s nightmare for three years.
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