Chapter 56
Moments later, he finally asked, “Wynonna, can we not get a divorce?”
I thought I had misheard him.
Before I could respond, Jameson added, “Wynonna, can we just talk this out nicely? Let’s not treat divorce like a joke.”
I didn’t respond.
Noticing my silence, Jameson continued, “I admit that I married you out of spite at first, but we’ve been through so much together over the past five years. Why can’t we just move past this and live happily together?”
His voice softened and carried a hint of helplessness. “Wyn, I know I’ve wronged you in many ways, but please, stop this nonsense. Come back home.”
As he finished, I hung up the phone and blocked his number immediately.
I calmly made my way upstairs, where I noticed a mess of luxury items scattered across the
room.
I pulled out my phone, downloaded the resale app that Chloe had mentioned, and began listing each item for sale.
Back when I was 18 years old, I dreamed of a fairy–tale romance. By 25 years old, I had paid the price for it. I had almost lost everything in the process.
Now, all I needed was money, and lots of it. That was the only way I could leave Jameson for good.
I was so focused on my task that I completely lost track of time. When the doorbell rang, glanced out the window and noticed the darkness settling outside.
Only then did I check my phone, surprised to see how late it had gotten.
When the front door opened, Tristan walked in.
I
He was dressed in a light gray suit and holding up a bouquet of white lilies. He seemed almost too perfect to be real.
He glanced around at the mess on the floor, then back at me. My hair was a mess and I had no makeup on.
He chuckled. “What have you been up to, silly?”
J quickly cleared a path so that he could step inside. “Give me two minutes. I’ll go wash up and change.”
I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a random white dress, and rummaged through the boxes: to find some fresh cosmetics.
Then, using my limited makeup skills, I did my best to apply some light makeup to look at least somewhat presentable.
When I stepped back outside, Tristan was holding up a Hermès bag and examining it curiously.
I chuckled awkwardly and took it from him. “I was planning to sell them all off.”
He gestured toward the mess on the floor and asked, “You spent your whole afternoon doing
this?”
I picked up a light blue Hermes bag and replied, “Yeah… I don’t need any of this anymore. Once I sell them, I can use the money.”
Tristan raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by what I said.
“Are you in need of money?”
I paused briefly before nodding.
“I do. I need money for the lawsuit against Jameson, to cover my living expenses, and…” I said, ticking them off on my fingers.
“I’ve also been thinking of finding a job.” I sighed and added, “I can’t rely on you forever. You’ve been a huge help, but at some point, I need to be independent.”
Tristan smiled softly. He glanced at my outfit and attempted to change the topic.
“You look beautiful tonight, Wyn. Come on, let’s go, or we’ll be late for our dinner reservation.
I quickly followed behind him.
As Tristan walked ahead of me, I trailed behind him, like his constant shadow.
This scene seemed oddly familiar. It was as if I had followed behind him like this before- keeping a slight distance, yet never truly leaving his side.
Half an hour later, we were seated at a nice restaurant.
The restaurant’s name was written in fancy cursive, making it hard for me to read. Nevertheless, I knew that it was one of the most famous Fraunch cuisine restaurants in
Cranbel.
Tristan appeared to be in a particularly good mood.
The restaurant manager personally came over with the menu and greeted Tristan fluently in Fraunch.
He then turned to me with a look of admiration. With his broken Chiranese, he said, “Ms.
Lambert, you are very beautiful and elegant.”
