A Divorce After My Rebirth

Chapter 17 Irreparable Rift

Just as Cedric was about to explode, a knock at the door interrupted him.

It was the butler, who announced, “Sir, Mr. Lewis is here.”

“Have him wait in the study,” Cedric instructed.

Natalie’s face turned even colder upon hearing that Stefan had arrived.

Stefan Lewis was Cedric’s best friend. He owned a private detective agency, and there was nothing he couldn’t uncover if one was willing to pay. Many wealthy women had sought him out to find evidence of

their husbands‘ infidelity.

And Natalie… knew all too well what Stefan had brought for Cedric today. It was the evidence that would push her husband’s feelings for her to the brink.

“If you ever dare to mention divorce again, I won’t let you off,” said Cedric, each word dripping with

venom, before he turned and left.

Watching his retreating figure, Natalie eventually closed her eyes.

But as Cedric was about to step out the door, she couldn’t help but call out, “Wait.”

“What else do you want to say?”

“How much trust do you have left in me?”

To Natalie, this was a foolish question. But she couldn’t help but ask anyway.

Even though this was a different lifetime, she… was still afraid! Even after enduring the painful ending of her past life…

In this moment, just like in her previous life, she was afraid and helpless. She feared that her relationship with Cedric would be destroyed in an instant. Thinking about how his level of trust in her had dropped to almost zero, she felt helpless.

Cedric turned to look at her. When their eyes met, Natalie observed him carefully, trying to etch the last traces of his determination into her memory.

Cedric simply said, “I have always believed in you.”

With those words, he walked away, heading to his study to meet Stefan.

And Natalie stood in the same spot for a long, long time, not moving a step. She wished that time could

But alas, what is meant to happen would always happen.

The story took a turn.

In the VIP ward of a hospital, Isabella was wrapped up like a mummy. With her eyes covered by white bandages, she looked incredibly pitiful.

There was another person in the room – Christina, whose eyes were currently filled with malevolence.

“I underestimated her. I never thought that she would drag me down even in death.”

She had originally believed that she could have Natalie thrown in jail. Who could have known that Natalie’s friend had such powerful connections? Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Natalie had been released the next day, while Christina had spent several days in prison. Even her mother, who had always doted on her, had been too caught up in the Johnson family’s public image to

pay her any attention. Meanwhile, Cedric’s every thought was focused on Isabella’s legs and eyes.

Christina had gone to great lengths to exonerate herself, nearly delaying the whole plan.

Laying on the hospital bed, Isabella’s demeanor was no longer as dignified as it used to be.

“Have all the necessary arrangements been made?” asked Isabella in a somber tone.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Everything has been taken care of, and my brother has probably seen what he needs to

see, Christina assured her confidently.

Isabella breathed a sigh of relief.

Even while under investigation all these days, Christina still had to constantly pester Cedric to ensure he wouldn’t discover anything he shouldn’t. That man was too intelligent, and even a minor sl*p could arouse his suspicion. Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly so far.

Christina glanced at the woman in the hospital bed. “You haven’t revealed anything on your end, have you?

“No, I’ve taken care of everything on the hospital’s side.”

Good. When my brother and that woman get divorced, your job will be done. When the time comes, leave the country and never come back.”

A trace of triumph flickered in Christina’s eyes, mixed with determination

*Rest assured, I’ll keep my promise. Even if you go abroad, you’ll be taken care of for the rest of your life,”

Christina continued.

When Cedric returned to Scarlet Villa’s piano room, Natalie was still standing in the same spot. Her hair was tousled by the wind, making her appear somewhat fragile. As he looked at her, his eyes were cold and hateful, devoid of any warmth.

“Natalie,” he said in an icy tone.

Natalie turned to look at him. Just like him, her eyes showed no warmth.

Seeing her still calm and composed, he took a step forward, grabbed a thick stack of A4 hurled them at her.