Chapter 3 3rd chapter

Irina swiftly called a number, and the call connected immediately. She said, "Please come and pick me up."

Less than twenty minutes later, a silver-gray sports car arrived in the neighborhood, and a tall, handsome, blue-eyed man stepped out of the car with a characteristic smile on his face.

"Rina," he greeted.

Irina managed a faint smile as she walked towards the man, who assisted her with her luggage before stowing it in the car's trunk.

The sports car gracefully drifted past Aaron's imposing mansion, with the man behind the wheel being Damien Ernest.

An acclaimed actor and the favorite son of the wealthy Ernest family, Damien possessed a sophisticated appearance and acting prowess. He was also Irina's best friend.

As Damien drove, he glanced at Irina's delicate expression in the rearview mirror and felt a pang of concern.

Perceiving his worry, Irina smiled at him. "I'm okay."

Damien continued driving, his lips pursed in distress. "Do you need my help?"

"No, I'll come to you if I need help." Irina leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "Before I leave, I'm going to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Aaron to file for divorce."

"Where would you like to go? To your aunt's house? I can't leave you alone."

The mention of "house" yanked Irina back from the divorce haze. She gazed out into the night, her eyes gradually turning cold.

"Take me back to my place."

Damien dropped Irina off at the home she had purchased five years ago and departed.

The house was immaculate. Even though she didn't reside there, a maid cleaned it every week. Irina changed the sheets and lay on the bed.

The memories of the past played over and over in her mind like a movie.

She had tried hard to hold back tears, but now they freely streamed down her face.

It seemed she didn't care about divorcing Aaron now. However, she knew herself well. She had been married to Aaron for four years and had loved him. Leaving him was undeniably a cause for sorrow.

Irina wiped away her tears, then used the computer to erase all her information and traces related to the Willer family.

Her eyes reflected pain, and she was resolute in bringing everything to an end. She whispered, "Aaron, from now on, I will never love you again..."

The next morning, Irina woke up at 7 am.

She freshened up, had breakfast, changed clothes, and applied delicate makeup.

Then, she messaged Aaron and scheduled a divorce appointment.

As soon as she stepped out of the house, Damien's car pulled up in front of her.

He escorted her to the Civil Affairs Bureau, and as she stepped out of the car, Irina felt an inexplicable chill.

The cold wind swept through her, and she wrapped her clothes more tightly around her.

"Don't catch a cold."

Damien promptly removed his coat, extended it, and draped it over Irina's shoulders from behind.

Irina rubbed her hands and flashed a smile at him. "I'm lucky to have you around."

At that moment, another luxury car pulled up at the entrance.

Irina and Damien turned their gazes towards it.

A bodyguard opened the door for Aaron, who emerged from the car in a suit. He appeared aloof, with an elegant and noble demeanor that bordered on indifference.

He also noticed the man beside Irina, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He had thought Irina wouldn't go through with the divorce and that she had made a scene the previous day. However, he hadn't expected her to show up, let alone with a... Lover.

Damien's eyes narrowed, and his expression turned icy. He seemed ready to confront Aaron, but Irina stopped him.

"There are too many people around. Go back to the car. I'll come out after the divorce is finalized."

Damien was a public figure. If he were recognized, it could cause trouble.

Damien ceased glaring at Aaron and smiled at Irina. "Alright, I'll wait for you."

He then returned to the car.

Aaron observed them with indifference, a hint of displeasure crossing his eyes as he watched Damien step into an expensive, limited-edition sports car.

She had arrived with her lover without finalizing the divorce.

If anyone else saw this, they might think he had been cuckolded, thus damaging the company's image.

"Irina, we're not divorced yet. Mind your behavior. I don't want to be at the center of rumors."

Having spoken, he entered the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Irina sensed that he was mocking her. Her heart ached suddenly, but she said nothing and followed him inside to proceed with the divorce.

In the office, Irina quickly reviewed the agreement and signed it without hesitation.

Then, she looked at Aaron.

"I've signed the papers. You don't need to provide me with any compensation once we've settled everything."

His intense gaze met hers for a few seconds before a scornful smile spread across his captivating face. "Don't regret it."

"You don't need to worry. I won't," Irina replied, devoid of emotion.

Aaron signed, and the two started the divorce procedure right away.

Today, divorce is a very uncommon event and usually concludes swiftly. When Irina received the divorce document, she was in a trance. Finally, after all these years of admiration, it ended. She heard Aaron say abruptly, "Since we're divorced, we don't need to see each other again."

Irina smiled mockingly as she nodded. "No need to worry. I promise never to visit you or your family members again."

She liked no one in the Willer family, and no one liked her, except for elderly Mr. Willer, who was the only one who truly cared for her. Without offering Aaron an opportunity to speak further, she turned around and left the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Aaron scowled. It surprised him that she agreed so fast-so fast that she didn't even spare him a second glance. Irina had both flattered and seduced him too much during the last four years.

He was a bit surprised that she was acting so strangely now and not at all clingy. He walked out after her.

Irina entered Damien's vehicle. "Let's go." She spoke, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Okay."

Aaron immediately came out after Irina, and Damien glanced at him with mocking in his eyes. The sports vehicle swung around and drove by Aaron with the dominance of the wind in the next second. Ray Dunce, Aaron's driver, was completely shocked by what was going on. Ray carefully took in Aaron's expressionless face, remaining silent but thinking deep inside.

"The woman who just left... was she Miss Irina or just an imposter "

This was the first time Irina had ever walked away from Aaron without stopping even for a moment to take a second peak at him. Ray even felt a domineering aura emanating from Irina, who everyone knew to be a fragile little housewife who could be snapped into two just by the flick of a finger.

Meanwhile, On the other side

"What were you doing?"

Damien snorted coldly. "I loathe him. You're such an excellent woman. Many people love you, but he abandoned you like this. He's so stupid. Besides, I don't like him at all; he's so indifferent. I don't know why you liked him at first."

Irina pursed her lips and smiled but didn't say much. It could only be said that Aaron was not like this four years ago, which was why she had loved him for so long...

At this time, the radio suddenly broadcasted a piece of news. "Vanessa Eliss, the female musician of the new generation, was injured and hugged the president of the Willer Group in the ward. They seemed to have gotten back together again."

Hearing the breaking news, Damien's expression instantly turned cold. He quickly took out his phone and saw that Vanessa's relationship with Aaron had become the hottest trend!

The whole internet was shocked, and the report also included a photo of Vanessa hugging Aaron in her hospital. Damien quickly became upset, without realizing that it was old news, leading him to angrily curse Aaron.

"This scumbag! He just got divorced for less than half an hour, and he's already hooking up with another woman!"

"Rina, you must never get back with him!"

Irina nestled in the seat. Hearing this, her heart suddenly trembled. She didn't expect Aaron to be in such a hurry. But it didn't matter anymore. She and Aaron had already divorced. From now on, he could be with whomever he liked, and it had nothing to do with her anymore.