The Divorcee Amazed the World

Susan’s face was burning, and she couldn’t sit still any longer. She grabbed her bag and was about to leave.

Bruce, sitting next to her, raised his hand to stop her.

“Giving up so soon?” he said in a low voice, so only the two of them could hear.

Susan was stunned and looked at him, “What do you mean, Bruce?”

“I always thought you were a resilient person, not one to give up easily. I didn’t expect you to yield so quickly to such a small matter,” he continued, his voice barely audible.

Susan, hearing an underlying meaning in his words, sat back down and scooted closer to him.

Leaning towards his ear, she whispered, “Bruce, can you be more straightforward? I don’t understand.”

Bruce smiled and glanced at Willis on the stage.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

He asked Susan, “Do you love him very much?”

That sentence struck Susan’s heart.

She looked at the man on the stage, gazing affectionately at Helena, and said softly, “We grew up together, childhood sweethearts. How could I not love him? If it weren’t for the car accident three years ago, we might have been married by now.”

Bruce sighed lightly, “Fate plays tricks on us.”

“Who can argue with that?” Susan lowered her eyelashes, staring at the floor.

She looked resentful.

Despite coming from such a prestigious family, being both beautiful and talented, excelling in the workplace, and charming in social situations, she still lost to a countryside girl who crawled out of a mountain ditch.

She couldn’t accept it!

With her delicate appearance, long and curled eyelashes, and a pointed chin, she appeared pitiful to Bruce.

“Willis likes Helena so much because you left three years ago, and she took advantage of the opportunity. Young and impulsive men, who wouldn’t enjoy physical pleasure? The so-called deep affection is nothing more than not having enough fun. They are both after their own interests – one for wealth, the other for physical pleasure. Their so-called transactional marriage doesn’t have the strong foundation you think it does.”

Bruce’s words brightened Susan’s eyes.

Her heart, which had turned into ashes, was reignited by Bruce’s words.

But when she thought about Willis’s recent heartless actions towards her,

she sighed and said dejectedly, “Willis is already starting to hate me. I have no confidence left.”

Looking up at him, she asked, “Bruce, what do you want to tell me? Please be direct.”

Bruce smirked, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, “After sleeping together, he will naturally fall in love with you. It’s such a simple truth; you are really a naive little girl.”

Susan stared at him in disbelief, “You want me, you want me to sleep with Willis?”

Bruce quickly extended his index finger to her lips, whispering, “Keep it down.”

He glanced around, making sure no one noticed them amidst the crowd watching Willis and Helena on the stage.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning towards Susan’s ear, he spoke in an extremely low voice, “Listen to my plan, and I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”

Susan was still in disbelief, “Can this work? I’m afraid Willis will hate me even more.”

Bruce smiled mysteriously, “Don’t worry, he definitely won’t. Men understand men the best.”

Susan remained skeptical, but seeing Bruce’s confident demeanor, she began to feel a growing eagerness.

After all, Willis already disliked her.

Perhaps she could salvage something from this situation.