She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 500: She Saw Gracie Ten Years Ago

Cheyenne's bedroom was no different from an ordinary girl's. It was decorated in pink and adorned with a pile of cute teddy bears.

Among the numerous teddy bears on the bed, one stood out, a brown bear with a pink bow on its head, wearing a lovely lace dress. Embroidered on the bear's paw was the character "Cheyenne". This doll seemed to be many years old, showing signs of aging with several areas patched. Its two eyes were missing, replaced by a black button that Cheyenne sewed on.

Upon seeing him silent for a while, Cheyenne curiously followed his gaze and caught sight of her favorite stuffed bear.

"Put me down," she ordered.

Kelvin came back to his senses and gently sat her down on the chair next to the bed. His gaze once again fell on the teddy bear.

He had an identical one. But it was a male bear, a perfect match to the one in Cheyenne's hand.

"How do you have this?" Kelvin inquired softly, reaching out to pick up the teddy bear, but Cheyenne stopped him before his hand could touch it.

"Don't touch it!" She lunged forward, grabbing Kelvin's arm before he could react.

Looking surprised, he met her eyes, his gaze questioning and puzzled, with deep and dark gleaming.

Cheyenne simply picked up the teddy bear, cradling it lovingly in her arms, and, to Kelvin's astonishment, revealed a surprising past.

"This was given to me by Mrs. Foley," she said. "Mrs. Foley" she referred to was Kelvin's mother, Gracie, also known as the world-renowned female oil painting artist.

Upon hearing this, Kelvin's mind was filled with the stunning image of a woman clad in red that amazed the world. Cheyenne was seven years younger than him, and that woman had become a vegetable before they got married. He had never taken her to meet the woman.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

How could they possibly know each other?

This story dates back to a winter ten years ago. During that time, George was busy at the company and didn't come home, so Malaya began tormenting her freely.

That day, there was a heavy snowstorm. Nora had to go to the studio for extra lessons, and Cheyenne, like a servant girl, carried her painting materials and sketchbooks. The north wind howled, cutting into her face like a knife.

The teacher had assigned a task that day: to paint a picture with "snow" as the theme. Nora was at a loss for ideas and, seeing herself about to be surpassed by others, asked Cheyenne to help her cheat, threatening to tell Malaya to withhold her meals if she didn't.

Cheyenne compromised. She painted a piece titled "Plum Blossoms in Late Snow" in Nora's name. Unsatisfied, she deliberately tinted the ink of the plum blossoms into a blood-like color.

At first glance, it appeared ordinary, but from a different angle, each plum blossom seemed lifeless, as if they had withered completely.

Having spent time in the studio with Nora and listening in on painting techniques, Cheyenne knew that the substitute teacher that day had a particular aversion to plum blossoms, which is why she did it. Never had she imagined that the substitute would be a young, extraordinarily beautiful female teacher, the most stunning woman Cheyenne had ever seen.

She was dressed in a red long dress, her long chestnut hair falling elegantly, exuding grace and charm as if she was the delicate plum blossoms under the frost.

Years later, Cheyenne still vividly remembered the teacher's surprise and enthusiasm when she saw her painting. She praised Cheyenne's painting, making the principal and others smile broadly. Gracie was the first to question. She looked at Cheyenne and then at Nora, shaking her head with a faint smile.

Pointing her finger, she declared, "This painting wasn't done by this little girl, but her!"

All eyes focused on Cheyenne, especially Nora, who was close to tears.

She begged Cheyenne not to

confess, as it was the first time she had received such praise. If it was revealed publicly that her work was finished by someone else, she would surely be ridiculed by her

classmates.

At that time, Cheyenne did not directly answer the question but faked dumb to prevent Nora from being ridiculed.

But,. Nora repaid her kindness with enmity. She joined a group to corner Cheyenne in the studio warehouse and splattering paint on her, mocking her as a drowning dog. After school, Nora left her behind in the warehouse and went home alone.

It was bitterly cold that day, and as evening approached, the sky was tinted orange by the city's lights, yet it offered no warmth. The cold wind outside continuously blew on her, leaving her drenched and chilled to the bone.

She didn't know how long she had spent in there until the sky outside turned pitch black, and the dim light from the street lamps illuminated her.

So cold.

Her head was dizzy, and she was completely powerless.

Just as she thought she would silently die in this corner where the moonlight couldn't reach, the tightly locked warehouse door was opened from the outside.

In a daze, she saw a blazing red figure, like a burning flame.

It was Gracie!

She held the painting and slowly approached Cheyenne, her hand, pale and cool, falling on the girl's forehead.

It was scorching.

"Save... save me, pretty lady," Cheyenne, driven by instinct for survival, grasped her sleeve tightly, her trembling voice weak.

"At such a young age, you've known

how to express your dissatisfaction through paintings and hide your emotions. It's really impressive It would be such a waste for you to die like this. You are lucky to have met me, Gracie said gently.

Following that, Cheyenne passed out.

In her hazy consciousness, she sensed the red figure linger before placing something next to her pillow.

When Cheyenne woke up and looked, there was a lovable teddy bear at her bedside.

Along with it was a note, written in a graceful script.

"Of course I won't try to pick the moon, I want the moon to come to me."