She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 231: Goodbye Forever

Chapter 231: Goodbye Forever

Eight years ago, the person who covered her with a jacket under the bridge was actually Omari!

Cheyenne's phone slipped from her hand and fell onto the bed, while on the other end of the line she could hear Omari's heavy breathing. Even and regular. Was he asleep?

How could that be possible? Had she got the wrong man right eight years ago?

No, that couldn't be right. She couldn't have been mistaken. She clearly remembered seeing Kelvin wear that jacket when he was together with Abbie.

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But she had never told anyone about what happened under the bridge, not even Kelvin himself knew about it.

Omari had fallen asleep but Cheyenne couldn't sleep at all. She reached out to pick up her phone which had fallen onto the blanket and hesitated for a long time before finding that number which she knew by heart.

She made a call.

...

Gladperd Estate.

This was an apartment bought by Kelvin himself with its decoration style identical to the Foley Mansion. No one else had ever set foot in it except him and his assistant Chris.

The study light was still on casting dim yellow light over his face which possessed strikingly handsome features.

He wore a black bathrobe wrapped around his tall muscular body along with thin-rimmed glasses exuding an aura of restraint from head to toe.

In front of him lay piles of documents accumulated during those three days when he was trapped.

Though Chris had helped solve most of them; however, regarding core issues, only he could make decisions on them.

Since returning from the Todd mansion, no matter what he did, Cheyenne kept popping up in his mind.

Whether it was her bold infatuation towards him back then or how sexy and charmingly aloof she looked beside him or even how indifferent she appeared when leaving...

When washing his face, Cheyenne's face would appear in water; while reading books, words would suddenly transform into her face without warning.

"Bang!"

He suddenly punched down hard on the table top, causing loud echoes throughout the study room and making luxurious desk lamp jump slightly. Light shadows flickered everywhere...

His white knuckles turned red due to excessive force applied.

His eyes remained indifferent as they gazed upon the wound on his hand.

Cheyenne!

How can you disappear from my mind?

Kelvin was thinking about that woman when suddenly his phone rang on the desk. He looked at the screen and hesitated for almost three seconds before realizing it was Cheyenne's call.

Wait a minute!

Cheyenne?

Why is she calling him?

For the first time, Kelvin felt confused like he was in a dream.

How could that woman call him?

Is she calling to ask for forgiveness?

Iker lives in her place. Did something happen between them?

She finally regrets it!

Only foolish women like her would engage in such behavior of inviting danger into their homes.

After some thought, Kelvin decided to answer the call. He quickly organized his thoughts and prepared to mock Cheyenne when he heard a soft voice with a sobbing tone on the other end of the line.

Is she crying?

In his memory, this thick-skinned woman had never shed tears. Even when they were divorced, she stubbornly tried to show strength in front of him.

Could it be that Iker bullied her after all?

No matter how strong she was, she would definitely suffer losses in such situations. Especially since her opponent used to be an undefeated warrior.

"... Cheyenne? What's wrong?"

"Kelvin, have you ever been under the bridge eight years ago?"

Her voice broke down intermittently into sobs over the phone while Kelvin furrowed his eyebrows trying hard to listen carefully. When he finally understood what she said, confusion filled his magnetic voice. "What happened eight years ago? What bridge are you talking about?"

Was she drunk?

"Cheyenne... Are you drinking alcohol? You're talking nonsense; I don't understand what you're saying." As soon as he finished speaking these words, Cheyenne lowered her head despondently while big drops of tears fell from her eyes like broken pearls onto her cheeks.

Her bright face was covered with tear stains. Her fair tender hands covered her mouth tightly so that no cry would escape through her lips.

"You're drinking alcohol now?! Wow! You really know how to make things worse! Not only did you invite danger into your home but also drank with strangers there! Why do you want to throw yourself at cripples?" The cold voice still contained slow mockery meaning...

Without any mercy, it pierced through Cheyenne's eardrums like a sharp needle and stabbed at her heart. Blood droplets kept flowing out of her heart.

She had mistaken the person she admired from the beginning. Her infatuation for the past eight years was just wishful thinking on her part.

She had no right to blame Kelvin for his coldness towards her, as it was all caused by her own foolishness and tragedy that she brought upon herself!

Cheyenne suddenly realized this and didn't want to obsess over those blurry memories anymore, nor should she have any expectations of Kelvin.

"Kelvin, I wasn't drinking."

"Then you..."

"It's over. It was my mistake. You're not him. I'm sorry for wasting your precious three years."

As Cheyenne apologized sincerely and seriously to him, Kelvin couldn't feel happy at all; instead, he felt a hint of fear rising in his heart.

"What do you mean?"

The man suddenly raised his head with deep-set eyes that were tinged with dangerous light.

Cheyenne responded with laughter - a relieved laugh after despair - which transmitted through the phone like a curse etched into his mind.

Echoing continuously.

"Kelvin, I loved you... It wasn't until I was covered in wounds that I realized we shouldn't have been together from the start."

"Cheyenne!" He became angry.

It was she who provoked him first; what did it mean now? Did she regret it?

His face darkened as if a terrible storm brewed within him. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from losing control due to anger.

"Kelvin, I truly wish you happiness with Miss Berry."

"Goodbye, or rather never see each other again."

"Cheyenne!"

The moment the call ended, Kelvin slammed his expensive custom-made phone onto the ground, causing it to shatter into pieces.

In that moment, he looked fierce and terrifying like an Asura crawling out of hell itself.