Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

Chapter 10:

“I’m to blame, aren’t I? Daniela must be upset that you were so attentive to me while I was hospitalized. She’s obviously jealous. Perhaps I should apologize to her.”

Alexander’s soothing touch comforted Joyce.

“Don’t let this get to you. None of this is your fault. Daniela can be quite petty. She wants a divorce? Fine, I’ll go to the courthouse tomorrow and see if she really means it!”

With an exaggerated look of surprise, Joyce tilted her head and replied, “Alexander, don’t act rashly. How could she really want to divorce you? She’s just trying to intimidate you. If you really agreed to divorce her, she’d be embarrassed. Don’t go, okay?”

Alexander’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes dark with irritation.noveldrama

“If I don’t go, she’ll keep using divorce to threaten me. Who the hell can stand that? Furthermore, the fire was entirely her doing. Joyce, you didn’t deserve this, and I’ll make sure Daniela owns up to it.”

Joyce bowed her head, a picture of submission, choosing to remain silent.

Unbeknownst to those present, a chilling, sinister smirk briefly danced across her lips following Alexander’s declaration.

That very day, Alexander’s secretary laid out the freshly delivered divorce agreement on his desk.

Upon returning from his meeting, Alexander flicked his gaze over the document’s cover and dismissed it with a cold, disdainful toss into the trash.

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Daniela had taken things too far, and this was the final straw. Meanwhile, having delivered the divorce agreement, Daniela retreated to her hotel, a smug sense of finality in her stride.

She had always imagined that parting ways with Alexander would shatter her, leaving her heart in ruins.

Yet, as the decisive moment unfolded, the only sensation that enveloped her was a profound, liberating relief.

She had held on to the hollow fantasy of loving Alexander for so long that she’d fooled herself into thinking he was all she had.

Yet, leaving him proved surprisingly simpler than anticipated.

With a sniffle, she was about to enter the hotel.

Raising her eyes, she stopped dead, struck by astonishment.

Gathered before her at the entrance stood the core members of Elite Lux’s design team.

These were the very individuals who had placed their unwavering trust in Daniela, a minor, when the company was just blossoming. They had stood by her side, except when she had chosen to marry Alexander.

They had cautioned her then, adamant that Alexander was not the man for her, but she had dismissed their concerns outright.

She had clung to the belief that true love justified any sacrifice, crossing any distance, with no regrets.

Now, reflecting on those times, she recognized her naivety.

Facing her team, Daniela’s lips twitched into a subtle smile, and her eyes shimmered with tears, overwhelmed by the flood of memories. Standing before her, the group formed a perfect row, their joyful faces lighting up the space.

“Welcome back!”

Within the confines of the hotel, Lillian approached Daniela after the others went to their own rooms.

“Daniela, when do we leave?” Elite Lux had its headquarters situated far overseas.

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