May 2018.
The sun had just dipped below the horizon as a Maybach sped towards Fort City's business district amid heavy rain.
Surprisingly, the main street seemed less busy as the car approached Platinum Restaurant.
In the passenger row, a woman in her mid-twenties couldn't contain her smile as she read her husband's text message. How happy she was; this was the first time her husband had asked her to meet at a restaurant to celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Immersed with her cell phone, she didn't notice the car had already stopped.
"Madam..."
The woman was startled to see the chauffeur opening the car door. Hurriedly, she grabbed her Birkin bag and stepped out.
"You can head home. I'll return with my husband," she told the chauffeur before striding towards the building.
Brimming with happiness, she made her way toward the VIP room. However, the joy she looked forward to quickly became a nightmare when she entered the room.
Instead of her husband, she found a middle-aged man seated in the room, clad in formal attire—a black suit typically worn by executives in large companies.
"Did I enter the wrong room?" the woman's gentle voice resounds as she checks the door number.
"Ms. Arabella Donovan, you are in the right room. Please come in and take a seat," the middle-aged man said as he stood up.
He was surprised that the beautiful woman he had seen four years ago had become a typical housewife. They had gained much weight and didn't care about their appearance, even though her flawless beauty was still there.
"Ms. Donovan, you might enter—" The middle-aged man gestured for Bella to join him in the room.
Bella didn't move from her place. She was reluctant to enter the room because she didn't remember ever meeting this person, and she was afraid this man was a terrible person who wanted to scam her.
However, another question bothers her.
Since she was married, Bella had barely heard anyone calling her by her full name; they usually called her by her husband's name.
Bella appeared worried. "Sir, may I know who you are?"
"Ms. Donovan, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I am John Turner, Mr. Tristan Sinclair's lawyer," he said while extending his hand for a handshake.
Bella awkwardly accepted his handshake, confused about why Tristan had sent his lawyer to meet her.
Despite her confusion, Bella sat opposite John Turner and observed him place a piece of A4 paper on the table.
When she read its contents, shock struck her—it was a marriage annulment letter. She was confused, why did this man give her this letter!?
Even after reading the letter multiple times, hoping she had misread it, John's baritone voice confirmed her worst fears.
"Ms. Donovan, this marriage annulment letter was prepared by my client, Mr. Tristan Sinclair. Please sign it if you have finished reading."
Hearing John's words, she felt everything in her mind was blank, as if consumed by an invisible black hole.
'Tristan, seeking a divorce? Why? Why did he do that?'
Bella can't understand why Tristan suddenly wants a divorce. She thought their marriage was fine.
'No. This must be a mistake, right!?'
Refusing to believe what she read, Bella raised her head, narrowing her eyes at John Turner, holding back her anger and hurt.
How dare this man rudely address her by her family name when she hasn't signed the divorce papers yet?
She strongly wanted to vent her anger to John Turner, but she controlled her emotions, not wanting to reveal how hurt and angry she was.
After her emotions were calm and her mind clear, she placed the paper on the table.
"Where's your client!? Why didn't he come here and send you instead?" Bella asks calmly, but inside her heart, she feels shattered, as if someone had blown her heart.
"Mr. Sinclair can't come. He is swamped with his work." John Turner said impatiently.
"Could you please sign the paper without any more delay? I have a tight schedule, Ms. Donovan."
Bella tried hard not to lose her temper as she clenched her hand into a fist.
"Mr. Turner, let me remind you," she said. "I've not yet signed the paper; it means I'm still part of Sinclair!" Her eyes were filled with an icy look.
John Turner's face turns stiff upon hearing her warning. Just before he wanted to say something, Bella spoke again with a firm and commanding tone.
"I will not sign anything before your busy client talks to me. You better call him now, or you will return home without anything!"
"Ma'am, I apologize for my rudeness," John Turner said politely, though internally cursing Bella. "Mr. Sinclair can't talk to you now. He sent me here to bring this letter to represent him."
Bella silently laughed, hearing his words.
"So, you're his mail courier now, Mr. Turner?"



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