Unveiling the Genius Behind the Divorcee Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Gavyn, Letâs Get a Divorce Under the dim light, Aylin buried her head under the soft quilt. The back of her neck was tense and rosy, while she was trying her best to swallow the groan due to the pain.
The temperature in the room rose slightly, and in the next second, she was pushed away.
In the three years of marriage, Aylin was already used to being treated by her husband coldly. She had no choice. After all, she loved him deeply.
Ignoring the tearing pain from her body, she casually put on a thin shirt and brought in the carefully prepared cake.
âGavyn, itâs your birthday today. Grandpa told me to make sure you had a bite of the cake.â
Clank.
Gavyn buckled his belt and only turned to look at her after a while.
âAylin, do you think Iâll listen to you, just because you use Grandpa as an excuse?â
Under the light, Gavynâs temperament was cold. His tailored suit suited his tall figure perfectly, and his indifferent voice showed how impatient he was. His freezing gaze made Aylin feel a chill from deep down.
In contrast, Aylin was wearing a house dress, which was already whitish after times of washing, and it made her look like an ugly duckling.
âItâs not...â
She seemed at a loss because of the panic. âI just wanted to say that weâve been married for three years, but you havenât spent a birthday at home yet...â
Aylinâs voice became lower and lower as she spoke.
They had been married for three years. Except for his physiological needs or visiting his grandfather at the old house, he never came to her at their own home. She was alone in the empty villa as if she were a wandering ghost who had been all alone.
âNo!â
His voice was utterly cold as he smashed the cake on the floor.
âAylin, do you really think you are Cinderella? Iâm warning you. I only married you to make Grandpa happy. If someone else had saved Grandpa, I would have married her as well!â
He thought, you come from the slums originally, and now you have incomparable status and money.
Do you really think I donât know what you are scheming?
The expression on Gavynâs face was ruthless and mocking.
Aylinâs expression froze. Before she could retort, he told her something else that shocked her.
âLaila is back. Iâll go pick her up.â
At that precise moment, the pain in her heart was far worse than that in her body..
The words Gavyn said in his deep, sensual voice pierced her heart accurately like a sharp blade.
It was so painful that her face turned pale, and her lips trembled violently.
Laila Marsh...
The name was Aylinâs nightmare for three years.
For the past three years, she had heard Lailaâs sobbing from the phone and Gavynâs promise for marrying her for sure countless times.
She had never seen Gavyn treat someone so gently.
Gavyn glanced at Aylin and was about to leave.
Just as he stepped out of the room, Aylin immediately came back to her senses and chased after him.
âGavyn, donât go.â
She hastily caught up to him and grabbed his sleeve, begging desperately and heartbrokenly, âLet me celebrate your birthday for you once, OK? Gavyn, I am your legal wife. Why are you treating me like this?â
She had no idea what she had said displeased Gavyn, yet he suddenly turned furious.
He reached out and clutched her chin.
His eyes were colder than ice picks.
âI have never acknowledged you as my wife!â
In Gavynâs eyes, Aylin was just a girl from the slums. Due to a coincidence, she saved Steve Delacruz, Gavynâs grandfather, and pleased Steve so much that he insisted on having her as his granddaughter-in-law. She became Gavynâs wife without Gavynâs consent. As far as Gavyn was concerned, such a scheming woman was not worthy of his wife!
In Aylinâs humble eyes, Gavyn raised his hand impatiently, robbing her of her last glimmer of hope.
Aylin caught him by the corner of his coat. Caught off guard, she was swung away by him. She lost her balance and crashed straight into the edge of the table!
Bang!
She heard a dull sound, and at the same time, she felt a sharp sting.
Aylin felt the warmth from behind her head. After she saw the red stain, she felt as if a switch had been turned on somewhere in her brain. Some both familiar and strange fragments of memory flooded into her mind, filling in her blank memory.
She recalled.
She recalled everything!
She was the daughter of the Koch family. She had lived a life of luxury and had been. pampered by everyone since she was a child!
What was she doing?
After losing her memory, she, the apple of the Koch familyâs eye, married a man who loved someone else and lived such a humble life?
The dim light covered the astonishment that flashed across Gavynâs eyes.
She sat slumped on the ground pale, her head stained with scarlet blood.
Gavyn subconsciously wanted to bend over and help her up, but in the end, he didnât do anything.
He admitted that in the past three years, Aylin had been gentle and obedient. She was as humble as a maid and had never caused him any trouble. She was a perfect wife.
So what?
She was going after nothing but his money. As for his love, she didnât deserve it at all!
The more he thought, the gloomier his face turned. âYou are going all out indeed, Aylin. Iâm amazed by your determination to get what you want. You are even willing to hurt yourself. I guess I didnât give you enough credit...â
His deep voice was filled with ridicule.
His words took away her last ray of hope.
Before Gavyn could finish speaking, Aylin had already stood up. The gentleness in her eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by indifference.
âGavyn, letâs get a divorce!â
It was the first time he had looked at her seriously since he had gone downstairs. The seriousness of her eyes seemed authentic, and he even saw a trace of ... disgust.
He felt that he had seen wrongly.
âAylin, others call you Mrs. Delacruz, but it doesnât make you part of the Delacruz family.â
Gavyn frowned and stared sharply at the skinny woman in front of him. âDo you can afford to ask me for a divorce?â
you think His tone was cold and disdainful.
Aylin went furious at once. She wiped the blood on her face and stood up with a rush. âThatâs not your concern, Mr. Delacruz.â
She thought, you think I canât live without you, donât you?
That might have been true in the past.
Yet now, you may not be richer than me!
Aylin stormed upstairs. Three minutes later, she went downstairs with several pieces of A4 paper still warm and slapped them heavily on the table in front of Gavyn with a snap.
âSign it. From now on, we will be strangers!â