Divorce

"Let's get divorced."

After three years of marriage, this was the second sentence Draven said to her.

The first sentence was spoken on their wedding night.

Cierra was dressed in a white wedding dress, held the wide hem, and spun in front of him. She smiled and asked him if she was good-looking.

The answer she got was...

"After the wedding is over, I will get someone to send you abroad."

Then, she was sent abroad for three years and was alone all the time.

She did not expect that she would hear such a sentence as soon as she returned.

Divorce.

On their wedding anniversary.

"Must we get a divorce?"

Cierra did not raise her head. Her long hair covered her face, hiding all the emotions in her eyes and face.

"Is there no room for discussion?" Cierra asked with a shaking voice.

Draven stared at her for a long time with his dark eyes. His cold voice was emotionless. "You know, if not for my grandfather's illness, I wouldn't have married you."

Three years ago, Ernest Trevino was seriously ill. His last wish was to see Draven get married and have a family.

This marriage didn't belong to Cierra. She was the girl that the Boyle family mistakenly took back. When she was eighteen, she was informed that the real daughter of the Boyle family, Aleah Boyle, had returned. As for Cierra, she was the person who took Aleah's position for a long time.

Everything she enjoyed should belong to Aleah, including the love of her parents and her elder brother as well as the marriage to Draven she was involved in at the time she was born.

However, Ernest said that the foundation of marriage was love. She and Draven were childhood sweethearts. Even if Cierra wasn't a real Boyle, they grew up together, and Draven had to marry her. Since the Boyle family still recognized Cierra, the two families would be in-laws.

Therefore, Cierra was married to Draven.

However, Aleah was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She could not hear Cierra's name or see her. After learning about the marriage, Aleah even committed suicide. She asked for Draven's company before she gave up.

To prevent Aleah's sickness from getting worse, on the second day of their marriage, Cierra was sent abroad by Draven without further concern from him and didn't return until now.

Draven handed over a contract. "I have asked the lawyer to draft the divorce agreement. Take a look. If you have no objections, just sign it."

Cierra lowered her head and took the document. "Can you give me some time to digest it?"

Draven looked at her. Her thick bangs covered her eyes. Living alone in a foreign country seemed to make her more reclusive.

"If there is anything you are not satisfied with in terms of property, just mention it. This villa will be under your name. I will give you one week."

After that, Draven turned and left the master bedroom.

When his fingers were on the door handle, he glanced into the room. Cierra's skinny shoulders trembled slightly, and she maintained her posture of holding the contract.

Draven's expression was gloomy as he closed the door.

The room was silent.

A moment later, there was a burst of cheers.

"Jerk! I finally divorced you!"

Cierra looked at the divorce agreement in her hand and couldn't help but laugh. Her shoulders were shaking even more.

In the three years when she was abroad, she did not receive any care from the Boyle family nor a single word of consolation from her nominal husband.

Even when she was stalked and almost killed, she couldn't reach out to Draven.

Her love had long since been buried in that winter.

After signing the contract happily, Cierra rolled around on the bed. Her bangs scattered along with her long hair, and there was no grievance on her beautiful face.

Just as she was about to pack up her luggage, her phone rang.

Cierra picked up the phone and said in a sweet voice, "Hello, William."

William went straight to the point, "Cierra, the people who tried to kidnap you at the airport when you returned have all been caught. They are also involved in the case of stalking you three years ago. Unfortunately, all the evidence is against your adoptive parents and ... your nominal husband."

Birthday

Cierra was silent for a while.

After a long time, she said in a relaxed tone, "I didn't die anyway, and I was lucky to find you. They raised me, so, I'll just turn the page."

The sin offset their kindness in raising her.

"Cierra..."

William seemed to want to say something, but someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Cierra ignored the person outside the door. "William, I know what you want to say. But I don't want to cause trouble now. I just hope that my future will have nothing to do with them!"

The kidnapping failed, and even if there was evidence, the Trevino family would deny it. If Cierra could not show conclusive evidence, the Trevino family would accuse her of slandering them.

If the Boyle family knew that her biological parents were from the Barton family, they would probably ask the Barton family for benefits greedily with the excuse of raising Cierra.

Therefore, Cierra just wanted to divorce as soon as possible and cut off her relationship with the Boyle family. Even if her identity was found out by the Boyle family in the future, it would not bring trouble to her family.

The knocking on the door became rapid.

"Alright, William, I have something to do. I have to go. Let's talk next time." Cierra didn't want more words.

She hung up.

She was not in a hurry to open the door. When the knocking became more rapid, Cierra tidied up her bangs and slowly walked over.

The moment the door was opened, the man outside was still holding his hand high, and his face showed impatience.

Cierra looked up and said softly, "Anything else?"

The two simple words showed a sense of alienation.

Draven unconsciously frowned. After putting down his hand, he said indifferently, "Tomorrow will be Aleah's birthday. The Boyle family has a banquet. Get everything else off your schedule. I will come back in the afternoon to pick you up."

Cierra blinked.

Aleah.

His tone was so sweet.

"Alright, anything else?" Cierra asked with a smile.

Draven looked at Cierra's pretty face. Her emotions could not be read because her eyes were covered by her hair. She just calmly accepted it.

"Nothing. Rest early," Draven said as he was about to turn around.

"Wait."

Cierra called out to him.

She entered the room and quickly came back. She handed over the divorce agreement he gave her a while ago.

"I have signed it. Take the time to complete the formalities. As for the certificate, you can send it to me when it's convenient for you. The address is on the last page."

Draven wasn't there when they got the marriage certificate. Now that they were going to get divorced, with his power, the formalities could be simpler.

Draven looked at the document that was handed over. His gaze shifted to Cierra's excessively calm face, and there was no longer any sadness on it.

His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was low and hoarse. "Didn't you say that you needed some time to digest it?"

"Will it change anything?"

Cierra felt sore on her hand because she raised it for a long time and just stuffed the agreement into Draven's arms. "And tomorrow is Aleah's birthday. She should be happy to know about this news."

Draven was caught off guard and slowly took the document.

He lowered his head. "What about you?"

"What?"

Draven's voice was low, so Cierra could not hear it.

"Nothing."

He put away the document, and after he came back to his senses, he looked at Cierra's face. "Rest early."

"You too." Cierra took a step back.

As soon as Cierra finished speaking, the door was slammed shut.

Draven looked at the tightly closed door, and his face turned gloomy.

What lingered in his mind was Cierra's faint smile. He looked down at the document in his hand and turned to leave.

Cierra received a call from the Boyle family the next day.

Vanessa Foley, Cierra's adoptive mother, asked about the marriage between Cierra and Draven in a roundabout way.

Cierra was at odds with the Boyle family. She told the truth. "Vanessa, last night, Draven gave me a divorce agreement. I have signed it."

Not long after Aleah returned, she was reprimanded by the Boyle couple. She then called the couple by their names. If not for her marriage to Draven and the reputation of these two families, Cierra might have been kicked out.

But even if she stayed, she didn't live a good life in those years.

Hearing that Cierra had signed the divorce agreement, Vanessa changed her cautious tone and became arrogant and contemptuous as if she was sympathizing with Cierra. "Today is Aleah's birthday. Come over and see the grant scene."

Cierra looked down to hide the coldness in her eyes and replied, "Okay."

Vanessa would hang up after the order was given.

But today, she paused and added with sarcasm and warning, "Ernest was muddle-headed and randomly paired you up with Draven. But things are back on the right track now. Cierra, don't be reluctant. You are lowly, and you are not worthy of the Trevino family. If you were not adopted by the Boyle family, I'm afraid you would never have had the chance to be married into a rich family in your life. You might die on the streets one day. Besides, if not for you, Aleah wouldn't have been away from home for so many years. She even suffered from an illness. You have to be grateful. Although her condition has stabilized, she can't stand any provocation. As her older sister, you owe her so much, so you should care for her."

Vanessa's words were full of disdain for Cierra. After threatening Cierra's life, she used the deed of raising Cierra as moral coercion. However, Cierra was just a baby back then. If not for the mistake made by the nurse because of the earthquake, Cierra would be the apple of the eye of the top family, the Barton family.

"I understand."

Cierra responded flatly and packed her suitcase.

No her belongings were in the villa. She came with just a suitcase and would leave with it.

Vanessa snorted and hung up.

Suddenly, there was a whistle outside the villa.

Draven did not get out of the car. Instead, he called Cierra and said, "Get down."

The Seat for His Girlfriend

Cierra deliberately dawdled.

She came out of the villa after a second call from Draven.

When Draven saw Cierra jogging over, his slightly furrowed brows smoothed a little. He turned sideways and placed a gift box on the passenger seat upright.

"Sorry, I took a nap and made you wait for a long time."

Cierra explained as she pulled the door to the back seat of the car.

Draven glanced at her through the rearview mirror and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "You're going to attend the banquet just like this?"

"Huh?" Cierra lowered her head to look at her clothes. "Isn't this okay? It'll just be a family banquet."

Draven threw the gift box onto the passenger seat to her. "Go change them."

The white box had Sprince logo on it. The box was carefully wrapped up. Cierra recognized it at a glance. It was the latest dress Sprince launched.

She hesitated and put the gift box back. "I can't change into the clothes you want to give Aleah."

Draven tapped his finger on the steering wheel. "We haven't told anyone about our divorce yet. Are you going to embarrass my family by attending a banquet like this?"

"But..."

"I have another gift for Aleah. It's given by a company for free. I forgot to bring it with me."

Draven coldly interrupted her, his tone unquestionable. "Change your clothes."

"Alright."

Helpless, Cierra could only hold the gift box and go back to change into the dress before coming back.

The light blue dress made her skin even fairer. The hem was sparkling as it moved as if it was a mobile painting.

The dress was a bit loose on the waist. It wasn't Cierra's size, or Cierra would love it.

After changing her clothes, Cierra quickly went downstairs. When she opened the door of the back seat, she found that it was locked.

Draven's displeased voice came from inside the car. "Sit in the front."

Cierra frowned. "This is not proper, right?"

In her view, only Draven's girlfriend or someone close to him could take the front passenger seat. However, she fitted neither of the conditions.

Draven glanced at Cierra. "Is it appropriate to treat me as a driver?"

"I don't mean that."

Cierra scratched her head and explained herself to Draven.

Draven listened and stared at her in silence for two seconds. "Aleah isn't you. She won't care about such a small matter. Get in the car. I don't want to say the same thing again."

Cierra insisted. "Then I'm not going. I guess she doesn't want to see me."

She held the hem and left. The sound of the horn stopped her, followed by Draven's voice. "Get in the car."

Cierra pulled the back seat door and opened it.

She raised her eyebrows, held the hem, and went in. Because of both the improper size and the complicated design, it took her a while to tidy it up.

Draven started the car. "The skirt is not of your size?"

Cierra was indifferent. "No. It's a bit loose. When we get there, I'll use the pin. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."

Before Cierra finished speaking, the car slowed down sharply and interrupted Cierra's muttering.

She did not fasten her seat belt and hit her head against the front seat. Her mind went blank.

Jerk! Even if he wanted to kill her, he didn't need to do this. If an accident happened, Draven would also die.

Cierra silently fastened the seat belt. She looked outside the car window at the surroundings that were moving backward.

She was abroad because she occupied the position of Mrs. Trevino. At that time, everyone knew that she liked Draven. It was more convenient to kill her to give Aleah that position back then. Now that she had signed the agreement, he wouldn't have to make her disappear.

To avoid future trouble, Cierra hoped to settle the divorce as soon as possible.

"Well, have we completed the divorce formalities?"