She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

She doesn't have to wait for him. Or. She didn't get to wait for him. Sebastian beat her to it.

No one approached Ava when she got out of the car, not even Olivia Keen. When your title depends on a husband who shows how little he cares about you, you get little respect accordingly. That's how the circle is.

Ava was hoping that she could turn that around today.

"Olivia!" Ava quickly spots her long-time friend. After Sebastian made it clear that she was no longer under his wing, most "friends" in Ava's circle left her.

Don't get it wrong. Olivia was one of the first to abandon the ship. But that's how Ava knew Olivia would be one of the first to turn with the wind if she could turn Sebastian around. And that's happening tonight. "Who is this?" The guy standing by Olivia's side asks tauntingly, apparently knowing Ava's face.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"And who are you, if I may ask?" Ava tries to restrain the vile in her voice.

"This is my husband. He is a director, working for the Nest." Olivia shrugs with a wave of her hand casually, introducing, "Nick, this is Ava Knight, your boss's wife...I believe."

Ava frowns, not sure what the last two words were about. The "boss" part? Or did Olivia just taunt her to her face?!

Nest is a new company Sebastian pulled together, right after he signed over Z-House. It's not exactly a "social media" in the sense that it's not a platform where people share their lives with the world, but being a chat app, it offers real-time free calls, messages, shopping, payment, delivery, movie, short videos, game, life record, AND it allows you to post them on a "board" where all your friends can see, with no limitation to how many you can friend.

Okay, it's basically a Z-House 2.0 with more -- well, fine, -- all aspects of people's lives included.

It stings especially after Ava ran Z-House into the ground.

"Ohh, so this is the famous CEO of Z-House, huh?" The guy Nick smirks as if he has been waiting to say that line for very long, "Nice to finally meet you."

Ava does not care to answer, and Nick just laughs with Olivia, apparently not expecting her to, either.

They weren't like this before. They wouldn't dare to treat her like this when she was still "Sebastian's gir Except she wasn't Sebastian girl before She is now. She bears the title now, but the title somehow means less than before.

"Sebastian is caught up by an emergency meeting," Ava says her line she prepared all the way here, "let me know when he arrives, will you?"

She wants nothing more than to smash the disgusting couple's faces into some cake somewhere. But this is the announcement of her coming back as the queen of the city, and Olivia is her best outpost.

"Is he now?" Olivia lets out a short laugh, shaking her head at Ava.

"Yes, he is Ava adds a hand to her words, raising her chin at Nick, "le don't believe I have heard your name before. New in this field, are you not? I can introduce you to Sebastian later--"

"No, thanks," Nick rejects even before she can build up to her condescending tone, "I think I stand a higher chance at that without you."

"What did you just say?!" Ava could no longer hold her temper. Sure, she is not exactly having her days recently, but since when does a nobody like such a trash could walk all over her?!

"I'm saying," Nick is not intimidated at all, "your dear husband has been over there a long time now, fighting for the thrown of the homecoming king, and you obviously don't--"

Ava turns to look in shock, and blood drains from her face when she sees Sebastian-

He is standing by the decorated wagon with one foot on, arguing with the man in mask sitting on the golden seats. But what freezes Ava is the woman sitting on the other side.

The woman leans lazily on the arm of the throne, sunglasses sliding halfway down her tall nose bridge naughtily, her white t-shirt hugging ̧ her perfect figure tightly, showing her luring curve like the girl from next door, delicious but at the same time innocent. Her red hair is long to her waist, and she wears it in a careless braid, draping lazily over her shoulder with its thick tail on her thigh. Lines on her slimmer legs are marked out by her jean shorts and long boots.

Those legs are crossed now, with the foot in the air swinging lightly like the bored, rebellious, naughty girl she is--

Queen Scarlet - I mean, Scarlett Green.