A Love Forgotten Novel by Webfic

Elijah slowly spoke, “Ariana, can we not get divorced?”

I thought I heard wrongly.

I didn’t reply.

Elijah’s voice sounded weary and irritated. “Ariana, let’s talk this over nicely. Divorce is not a joke.”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Still, I remained silent.

Upon seeing that I was not responding, he continued to plead, “I admit that I married you impulsively, but we’ve been through so much over the past five years. Why can’t we just make it work?”

His tone was affectionate yet helpless. “Ari, I know that I’ve wronged you in many ways. But please, stop causing trouble and come back.”

Instantly, I hung up the phone and blocked the unknown number.

Then, I calmly went upstairs and looked at the unpacked luxury goods strewn all over the floor.

I took out my phone and downloaded a second–hand goods app that Teri had recommended. After that, I took pictures of everything and listed them for sale.

At 18 years old, I needed a passionate love.

At 25 years old, I had paid a painful price for love and almost lost her life to it.

Now, all I needed was money–a lot of money. Enough money to leave Elijah.

Engrossed in my task of taking the photos, I lost track of time. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that I realized that it was already evening.

I checked my phone and was alarmed by the time.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of Logan dressed in a suit and holding a bouquet of pure white lilies.

He looked almost too good to be true.

Logan noticed the messy floor and then glanced at my disheveled hair and bare face. He chuckled and asked, “Silly girl, what are you busy with?”

I quickly invited him inside and said, “Wait for me for a while. I need to wash my face and change my clothes.”

I hurried into the bathroom and simply picked out a white dress. Then, among the disordered bags on the floor, I found an unopened box of cosmetics.

Using my limited makeup skills from memory, I applied a basic.but presentable amount of makeup

When I came out, Logan was examining an Hermes bag

I smiled drily and took it from him. “These will all be sold.”

Logan pointed at the scattered luxury goods on the floor and asked, “You’ve been busy with this all afternoon?”

and answered, “Yeah. These are i

7 picked out a light blue Hermes bag to me now. I’ll be able to

make money from selling them.”

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Logan raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected my response.

“Are you in need of money?” he asked.

I was momentarily taken aback but soon nodded. “Yeah. I need money to fight Elijah in court and to support myself. Also, I want to find a job soon.” I listed the plans off my fingers.

I sighed and added, “I can’t keep relying on you. Although you’ve helped me a lot, I need to learn how to be independent. I have to rely on myself somehow.”

Logan chuckled. Then, he looked at my outfit for the day and changed the topic. “Ari, you look great today. Let’s go to dinner, or else we’ll be late for our reservation.”

So, I quickly followed him out.

Logan walked in front, and I followed behind him like a little follower of his.

The scene felt oddly familiar. It was as if I had followed him this same way not too long ago, unwavering and devoted.

Half an hour later, we were seated in a Chessian restaurant.

I didn’t understand the fancy name of the restaurant. I only knew it was a renowned Chessian restaurant in Halton City.

Logan seemed to be in a good mood that evening.

Soon, the restaurant manager personally brought out the menu and spoke in rapid Chessian. Then, he looked at me in admiration and awkwardly complimented me in broken Haltonese, “Ms. York, very pretty, very classy.”