Chapter 3

5

That guy failed. But I had gotten another seven guys.

Jeffrey seemed determined to compete with all of them.

When one of them showed up with a bouquet to meet me, Jeffrey found out and immediately asked his assistant to shower the ground with many roses.

And it literally showered the ground.

So when I was sitting in a café with the young guy, sipping coffee and exchanging sweet nothings, Jeffrey's secretary arrived in a helicopter. He showered the ground with roses from above.

Could Jeffrey be any more ridiculous?

Hearing the gasps of astonishment from everyone around, I couldn't sit still anymore. The moment I stepped outside, I was smacked in the face by two flying roses.

I had nothing to say.

His secretary was flustered and stammered, "Mrs. Riley, I'm sorry!"

The young guy was utterly confused. He asked, "Mrs. Riley?"

"He's mistaken. Let's go," I said quickly.

But just as the words left my mouth, Jeffrey appeared, walking slowly toward me over the sea of roses.

"Whatever anyone else can give you, I can give you more," he said. "If you're looking for someone to start over with, why can't you do that with me?" Jeffrey's voice was firm. "I'll do better than them. I'll be the best."

In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and took out a diamond ring. It was so dazzling that it could blind anyone.

With heartfelt sincerity, he asked, "Will you give me another chance?"

"Say yes! Say yes!" The onlookers, stunned and moved, began to cheer.

The young guy was already teary-eyed. He didn't even wait for me to react before pushing me forward. "Young lady, if you don't want this amazing man, I'll gladly take him."

I was lost for words.

"Damn it, what teammate are you?" I cursed in my mind.

I had thought Jeffrey would divorce me after I'd humiliated him by cheating with other guys. But he turned it into a competition.

If one of them was 6'3" high, Jeffrey would secretly slip on height boosters. If one had a full head of hair, Jeffrey would get a wig.

In the end, every one of my meticulously chosen suitors walked away with a look of utter disappointment.

So that approach clearly wasn't working.

I had to change another plan.

6

I started analyzing the story again.

After I thought about it for three days, I finally pinpointed the problem. It was Justine.

According to the storyline, Jeffrey was supposed to meet her during his last business trip, and they would have fallen for each other. But now I didn't even see a flicker of hope. I was so anxious that I was practically pulling my hair out.

Could it be that they never crossed paths?

I wanted to find out the reason, so I snuck into Jeffrey's company.

The moment I arrived downstairs, I spotted a stunning woman.

She had waist-length hair, charming eyes, and a dainty nose. Her lips were as red as cherries. She was in a flowing dress and radiated an air of tranquility and gentle elegance.

It was Justine. She had finally shown up.

I nearly burst into tears of joy.

She was there. There was no way she wasn't related to Jeffrey.

Sensing my gaze, Justine tilted her head slightly. I panicked and ducked behind a car.

At that exact moment, Jeffrey suddenly showed up from nowhere.

I was excited and took out my phone to record the scene.

How could he pretend not to know Justine? Let me see how he could deny it now.

This time, I was determined to divorce him.

Jeffrey's eyes glinted coldly as he stared at Justine.

"What exactly do you want?" he asked icily.

Justine's eyes reddened. "Jeff, what did I do wrong? Why are you treating me so coldly?"

Jeff?

She called him Jeff.

I curled my toes so tightly that they could've drilled into the floor. But I couldn't stop a snort of laughter through my teeth.

"Why?" Justine suddenly pointed toward the car I was hiding behind. "Is it because of her?"

I was stunned.

The laughter suddenly died in my throat.