Divorce Him, Marry Me!

How can you relieve the pain? Will time heal all the wounds? But none of that mattered to the woman who was standing there with all the wounds inside her. The pair of eyes stared at the branded bag display case that changed models every week. Some bags were only produced in limited editions.

"Mrs. Wilson, is that you?"

A much older woman approached her. She was Diana, the owner of the bag brand that the Wilson family had always subscribed to. It was common for Auristella Wilson to meet Diana in person like this. Other people might not be as lucky as Ella.

"Mrs. Diana." Ella greeted Diana with a thin smile, so thin it barely formed a line at all.

"Just call Diana, Mrs. Wilson."

"Then call me Ella too, without bringing Wilson in tow."

"I'm too scared to call you that." Diana shook her head as she refused to be called by name because Auristella was Wilson's favorite daughter-in-law, who didn't know Wilson, the third richest family in Asia.

"Ahh, right. Because I'm Wilson's daughter-in-law? I already knew that," Ella replied casually while crossing her arms in front of her body.

"You already knew that; let me just call you Mrs. Wilson." Diana felt at ease if she continued to address AuristElla formally.

"I want a bag that has only been produced a few times, and I don't want to wear something too marketable." Ella opened the conversation again. Honestly, all the bags in the showcase were too cheap for her to wear.

"Of course, Mrs. Wilson, we always have one bag that we only show you before selling it if you're not interested." Diana snapped her fingers to code the person working under her to bring the bag for Ella.

Ella just sat on the sofa provided in the large room with its luxurious interior. Ella's legs crossed one to the other, and she looked one by one. Bags of various styles and colors were placed on the marble table surface. Rest assured that none of the servers' fingerprints were on them because they are required to wear rubber gloves.

"Mrs. Wilson is a limited edition bag this week. We're only producing two of them," Diana said after pulling out all the bags she was proud of.

Ella was looking at one bag after another. She was looking for one among the dozens of bags that would attract her attention to buy.

Her hand touched one bag that caught her eye. Ella lifted a bag that was so beautiful in dark blue, but it was not the color that attracted her. Instead, it's the one loose bead on the detail of the bag that they may not have noticed. Still, it did not escape Ella's eyes.

"Your choices are never wrong, Mrs. Wilson...That beautiful bag is called Summer Sky."

"Really? Then I'll buy it because it's interesting when it's broken!" Ella's hand turned the bag around and showed Diana where the damage was.

Diana's eyes widened when she saw the damage on one of her expensive bags. She immediately turned around and glared at the six servants she had assigned to carry all the bags.

"Who brought this bag? Tell me who!" Diana raised her voice to scold all the servants who did not answer at all.

Finally, one fairly young woman raised her hand a little hesitantly. Diana's hand quickly slapped the woman's face; Ella just watched without moving from her seat.

She just watched everything Diana did. From the cursing to the insults that wouldn't stop coming out of that mouth, the slap was almost delivered again. However, Ella's voice quickly stopped her.

"Stop!" Ella stood up from her seat. She walked over to Diana and picked up the bag that had been in her hand, but Diana took it instead. Without saying much, Ella slapped Diana hard on the cheek, just like she had done earlier to one of the young employees.

''Mrs. Wilson, why did you slap my face?'' Diana was shocked and held her cheek as she did not accept this treatment from Ella.

''Was my slap not firm enough? You dare to ask me again what you did wrong!!!'' Ella raised her voice; all the servants looked down in fear.

''Are your ears damaged!!! I wanted to buy this bag because it was broken, but all you did was slap your employee who may not have broken it!!!'' Ella scolded Diana again for treating an employee like that and humiliating her in front of many people.

''S-sorry Mrs. Wilson... I promise not to repeat this incident.'' Diana lowered her head as she feared that her business would be ruined because of her mistake, making Mrs. Wilson furious.

Ella approached the young woman who Diana had slapped. Ella stood in front of the young woman and looked at her from top to bottom before finally touching her face. Until the young woman raised her head, Ella's sharp eyes looked into the dark brown eyes.

''Your cheeks are flushed. Stop here and go to a place that appreciates you more.'' Ella said in a soft tone, although it still sounded cold.

Ella exhaled and took out something from her bag. It was a white paper with just a signature and the amount of money written on Ella's ink pen; anything could be bought easily. After writing down some amount of money that could not be said to be small, but for Ella, it was also; a little at least the money could make this woman find a new life elsewhere.

"Accept this. Ella showed the check to the young woman, who looked at her with a puzzled look, but finally, with a trembling hand, she accepted the paper.

''T-thank you, ma'am.''

''I'm not your mistress. Don't call me that; get out of here lest we meet again.'' Ella turned her body around and carried the broken blue bag. Ella would, of course, still buy it according to the original agreement but not for the second time; for her, this brand was bad enough to be used by the third generation in the Wilson family.

Ella came out of the bag shop with two bodyguards carrying seven paper bags that she found interesting to buy only, not to use. Because Ella still liked her black bag, which she had purchased almost six years ago. To be precise, on the day of her wedding to the sole heir of 'NEAL WILSON.'

Ella got into her black car. No, this was not Wilson's family; all the wealth she had today was due to the intervention of her family and her husband's family.

Wilson and Jackop were the two camps that brought Ella and Neal together in a fake marriage.

The car drove Ella to a luxurious mansion with a large courtyard. With a horse statue in front of her house, Ella had no idea why her house was designed in a European style. Ella used to have a simple dream house. Minimalism was enough to make her feel comfortable and safe - however, once again, this was just Ella's dream; this luxurious Mansion was her home where she took refuge for six years with a very thick face mask.

Ella stepped out of the car, a black umbrella immediately covering her head. Not a single drop of rain could touch her body; the Wilson family would never let that happen to her. The maids lined up to welcome Ella. It sickened her for almost six years; Ella wasn't crazy about respectability. After all, they must all talk about her secretly when she wasn't home.

"Prepare me some warm water; I want to bathe," Ella said to one of her maids.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ella stepped onto the carpeted surface, which was installed along the stairs leading to her private room. Ella didn't share a room with Neal, her husband; she was disgusted that four months into their marriage, her husband's scandals were first discovered by Ella herself. Since then, Ella and Neal slept separately. They were only seen together when Neal's mother and father's family came over.

Ella sat on the sofa in her room three times the size. From the hotel suite, Ella's room was decorated with abstract paintings and books on a three-meter-high wooden shelf.

Ella's hands turned over one yellow sheet of paper after another and read each set of words carefully. The servants accompanying Ella only paid attention to their mistress, who looked very beautiful. And very smart, not to mention classy. No wonder the Wilson family prided themselves on having a daughter-in-law like Auristella.

"Did Mr. Wilson leave you a message?" Ella asked the waitress, who usually took care of Neal's needs.

"No, ma'am, he'll be back early today." The waiter said with his head down.

Ella put down her book and stared coldly. "You may go."

Ella walked into the bathroom. Staring at the reflection of her face in the glass of the sink, luxury clung perfectly to her body. She must be living a sad life; she must be married only for formality. Her hands let go one by one of the expensive fabrics that bind her pride; Ella had to use all the clothes from expensive brands. To support her worth and dignity as Wilson's daughter-in-law.

Her body was bare without a single thread left behind, and her feet were free from expensive heels. Entering the Jacuzzi, the warm water immediately touched the entire surface of her smooth skin.

"How does it feel to be loved?" Ella thought to herself and fantasized about one day when Neal Wilson became sick of her. Ella could find a man who loved her and gave her all the happiness she never had.

Neal Wilson. Ella had fallen for her husband, and Neal was so sweet in words and actions. At first, Neal seemed very sincere in showing his interest in Ella, but then Ella foolishly accepted an arranged marriage, which led her to the hell of marriage.

"Shit!!! Why am I still hanging on? When will this end!" Ella cursed again, her voice not heard outside because of the soundproof bathroom.

Ella finished her shower.

Ella's feet left the bathroom and walked towards another door, her walk-in closed room. Everything related to her was in there. Expensive bags of all kinds, shoes, and heels neatly arranged.

Ella's hand touched the glass cabinet, which opened automatically. Standing in front of the dressing table, she took a set of silk pajamas and put them on. At night or on non-essential days, Ella disliked having servants helping her. Unless it were an important day like a Wilson family meeting that required her presence, Ella would use the Wilson family's preferred hair and fashion stylist.

The sound of knocking again made Ella turn her head and order the person to come in.

"Did you take a shower?"

Ella looked flatly at the man who casually walked in and plopped down on Ella's bed. He was Neal, Ella's husband.

"You're home earlier than usual." Ella looked at Neal with one eyebrow raised, her arms crossed in front of her.

"I missed you."

"Shut up, Neal! I'm sick of hearing you say that," Ella retorted, trying not to swear at Neal for telling her a lie.

"I'm kidding, baby." Neal got up from his sleeping position and looked at his wife, Ella.

"Ck...Ck, I don't like your cheap jokes," quipped Ella, who was too lazy to put up with Neal's nonsense.

"Ella. Our wedding anniversary is in two days; what do you want for our sixth anniversary?" Neal looked at the small of Ella's back. Although Neal didn't love Ella, to him, Ella was an angelic wife, and Ella would still be the best wife he had.

"Even if I asked, you couldn't fulfill it."

Ella stood up and walked back to the sofa to open her book. Ella was referring to divorce, but she was sure Neal would never grant it. Because Ella and Neal were mutually beneficial to each other, Ella had Neal's fortune, and her family's company was secure. Neal is also safe because Ella hides all the scandalous things Neal has been doing.

Isn't their relationship very healthy? They are an ideal couple.

"Ella." Neal walked over to Ella and sat on the same sofa, resting his head on the surface of Ella's thigh.

"I'll grant all your wishes... But not with a divorce." Neal pulled Ella's book so that she would look at his face.

Ella pulled the book out of Neal's hand. Placing it on the table surface, Ella's eyes looked into Neal's deep black eyes. Ella was observing why she had fallen for Neal in the first place. What was so special about Neal was that Neal was just like many other European men, except that Neal's face was so easy to seduce and get women out there.

"I know," Ella replied to Neal's words. Ella's hands, however, did not touch Neal.

"You're so cold to me." Neal tried to touch the surface of Ella's face, but she quickly turned her face away - so Neal couldn't touch her.

"Neal, remember your boundaries!" Ella warned Neal, making him immediately lift his head from Ella's thigh.

Their eyes met each other again. Ella loved Neal's eyes but not the cheating nature inherent in Neal Wilson. Every time she saw Neal's face, Ella felt like she was seeing the face of her father, who also cheated on her mother. Before finally, her mother remarried Martinus Jacop, her father until today.

"I know my limits, Ella. It's just that right now, I want to be closer to my wife." Neal looked at Ella's face. Those eyes looked at Neal softly and innocently when they met, but it seemed Neal had lost those beautiful eyes, which had now turned cold and no longer had any feelings. Neal realized he had created Ella in this character.

"What kind of closeness do you want, Neal? Aren't we close enough that I've been keeping your secret tight for the past six years?" Ella smiled a smirk.

"We're like business partners, Ella... no, like husband and wife." Neal turned his head to stare at the ceiling of Ella's room.

"We are business partners, Neal. If we were husband and wife with love in it, I think we would have ended up in a courtroom within four months of our marriage." Ella answered realistically because what foolish woman would want to have a cheating partner like Neal?

"It's a good thing we don't have feelings for each other." Neal looked at Ella's face and smiled slightly.

"Hmmm... we're a perfect match until it comes to business." Ella laughed discordantly as she recalled the romanticized news of their household until it was featured and trending in business news and magazines.

"Have you eaten? Did you have dinner at your bitch's house?" Ella asked Neal again, who suddenly became quiet.

"Not yet. Want to eat with me?" Neal turned to look at Ella's face with a small smile.

"No, I don't. Eat first; I'm on a diet for a few days." Ella refused to eat at the same table as Neal.

"Alright then." Neal stood up from his seat and walked out of Ella's room.

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Manhattan, New York.

The maid placed towels and drinks on the side of the pool. A man is still swimming backstroke; Archie Georgie Romanov has a million charms. Archie has a cold face but a soft heart; he rarely smiles, nor is he a womanizer.

Archie owns the company. Phoenix Company is engaged in gold and tin mining. Despite his vast wealth, Archie always kept his style and demeanor simple. He even refused when his name was included in a business magazine as the youngest successful entrepreneur at 29. He said it was all too much; many older, far more powerful, and experienced entrepreneurs deserved to be appreciated more than him.

"Sir. The cell phone is ringing," maid said, making Archie's body pull over and rise to the surface.

Archie's good looks could not be described as ordinary. His dark brownish mane, thick eyebrows, and firm jaw were perfectly sculpted like an ancient Greek statue. At first glance, Archie looked like a product of Italy, more so from the light brown eye color and the perfect muscular body with the right proportions; the six squares sculpted on the abdomen were a precious sight for the servers without discriminating age.

"Blink your eyes!" Archie stifled his laughter, looking at the two maid caught watching him.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Thank you," Archie remembered to say thank you every time the maid helped carry his belongings.

Archie put on a black bathrobe and sat on a lounge chair. His ringing cell phone was off, leaving only notifications and drying his hair using a small towel. He hand-picked up the cell phone again and saw who was calling him.

"Neal. What's he calling me about?" Archie stared at the caller's name, who had not contacted him in a long time.

Just now, he thought about calling back. Neal called him back, and it seemed that he wanted to discuss an important matter. Archie's hand quickly slid the green button and pressed it to his right ear.

"Hello."

"Mr. Romanov, why did you take so long to answer my call."

"I just finished swimming."

"I thought you were flying to the seventh heaven."

"You thought I was dead?"

"Damn it! That's not the sky I meant."

"I know what you mean. It's doubtful to happen to me; I'm not in a relationship with anyone."

"I guessed. Well, I'm calling you to talk about something."

"What is it?"

"Come to Italy. In two days, I'm having an event at my house."

"You're getting married again?"

"Shit, of course not! It's Ella and I's wedding anniversary."

"That's it? I thought you had something important to say."

"Of course it's important! It's my anniversary, not some random event."

"Don't worry, I'll come if there are no obstacles."

"You have to come! You've never even seen Ella's face."

"It's true we've never met. But I know your wife's face."

They continued to talk from what started as an unserious topic to a serious one. Especially if they are discussing something other than work issues and the company. Finally, one of them ended the conversation first.

Archie walked in and left the pool. The mansion was so big that it had an elevator to make it easier to save time to take him to the main room; he opened the three-meter-high wooden door with carved flowers made by one of the Asian wood artisans.

The atmosphere of the masculine room is monochrome. The combination of black and silver looks just right in every corner of Archie's room; his feet continue to step towards the turn on the left side, and there is a walk-in closet that is no less luxurious. Archie keeps all his expensive things in there. Starting with watches, shoes, ties, shirts, and suits that are neatly arranged and organized.

Archie's hand looked at his slightly tilted watch and quickly corrected the layout. Archie is very familiar with the position of his objects, so the servant must be careful when tidying up his room.

Archie was wearing a white shirt and cloth pants. He doesn't have many casual clothes, and even when sleeping, Archie wears a shirt or goes topless. That was why he collected hundreds of white shirts and some black shirts- Archie's life was very formal.

He left his room and headed for the hallway to the left. The door was the same height, but the motif was plain.

Archie closed the door tightly after his body entered the spacious reading room. Ten bookshelves were arranged in a row, a little empty in the middle, and placed on a long carpet. So that Archie is more accessible to walk and pick up what book he will read next. Archie's reading room is almost like a library, with complete books always up to date every month, making Archie feel at home spending his free time here.

Picking up one of the books that discusses human philosophy. Placing it on his desk, he took one of the whiskeys from his liquor cabinet- his choice was Yamazaki 25, a 25-year-old Japanese whiskey ($18,999).

Archie poured it into a glass and carried it to the reading table. Reading while sipping on a whiskey sensation is perfect for Archie. A single man who spends his free time relaxing rather than playing with bitches, Archie always tells himself that he's a well-educated and qualified man, and of course, he meets women who are similar and equal.

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