The warm sunlight stread down onto her face. Sienna Johnson leaned on one hand, gazing at the beautiful countryside scenery, listening to the exotic folk songs that filled the air. It was a truly leisurely enjoynt.
However, this leisure and comfort will soon disappear because I’m going ho—back to that cold, unwelcoming house.
That ho I haven’t seen in a year and a half... I wonder what it’s like now. And how many people will be shocked when I, a "ghost" returned to life, suddenly show up?
She chuckled maliciously.
Ti to settle old scores!
Sabrina Johnson, Frederick Stewart, just you wait!
「」
"Ah... beautiful Bluzell City, here we co!"
Uncle Holmsky, who had been singing all the way, honked the horn and recited in a poet’s cadence.
"What a beautiful city!"
Sienna Johnson stuck her head out. The wind billowed her long hair, and she tucked it behind her ears as she gazed into the distance at the city, with its strong Bonracan style.
The streets were bustling, and beautiful won in Bargas-style clothing were dancing. Sienna Johnson couldn’t wait to get out of the car.
"Uncle, stop the car here. I need to get off."
The car stopped, and Sienna Johnson jumped out. Holmsky said to Sienna Johnson, "Have fun!"
"Goodbye."
Sienna Johnson and Uncle Holmsky parted ways, agreeing to et at dusk where they had gotten off the car. Then they went their separate ways.
"Beautiful girl, co dance with us!"
A handso young Bonracan man invited her. Sienna Johnson waved her hand and quickly walked away with a smile.
Bluzell City was lively. After the harsh winter, people erged from their hos, dressed in their finest clothes.
Sienna Johnson’s appearance was stunning, but her beauty didn’t particularly stand out in Bluzell City; the streets were full of handso, blonde-haired, blue-eyed n and beautiful won with slender waists and long legs.
Bonraca indeed lived up to its reputation for producing beautiful won.
Which way should I go?
This was Sienna Johnson’s first ti in Bluzell City. Lucas Robertson usually handled the shopping for daily necessities.
Sienna Johnson wasn’t familiar with the area. Spotting a nearby convenience store that sold newspapers, she thought they might have a city map. She crossed the street and went inside.
"Hello, do you have a local map?"
The convenience store did indeed have maps. The shopkeeper also gave her a copy of last week’s newspaper; after all, expired newspapers had few buyers.
"Thank you." Sienna Johnson paid and left with the map and newspaper.
She walked to an outdoor café, found a seat, and checked the map of Bluzell City, marking a few places she wanted to visit. Just as she was about to leave, her gaze fell upon the newspaper the shopkeeper had given her, and she noticed familiar Amwan Language words on it.
Huh? Isn’t this a local newspaper? Why is there Amwan Language?
Sienna Johnson picked it up and examined it closely. It was a bilingual divorce announcent, written in Amwan Language and Bonracan.
Adrian Desmond had taught Sienna Johnson Amwan Language. However, Adrian had been an inappropriate teacher; he liked to get handsy while teaching, and eventually, they ended up in bed together.
Why am I still thinking about him? Sienna Johnson whispered.
As Sienna Johnson looked at the Amwan Language divorce announcent, she saw Adrian Desmond’s na on it.
How can this be?
Sienna thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She rubbed her eyes and looked closely. When she confird it was indeed Adrian, she felt as if she’d been struck numb, her blood freezing in her veins.
Divorce Announcent
We (Adrian Desmond, lanie Carpenter) have made a difficult decision.
To all friends who care for and love us:
We regret to inform you that we completed the divorce process on April 28th, 2011, at the Abyanabad Governnt Departnt. We know that many friends have given their enthusiastic blessings and praise to this relationship, and for that, we express our heartfelt gratitude.
Throughout this difficult process, we have respected each other and encouraged each other to face the joys and sorrows of the past, the current separation, and the responsibilities of the future. Love and marriage are not failures because, even in choosing to end things, we remain the most trusted family to each other. Therefore, this will be our only official statent.
We sincerely thank everyone for their love and care.
Adrian Desmond
lanie Carpenter
April 28th, 2011
"Miss, would you like a refill?" The waiter, noticing she had been sitting for a long ti, ca over with a coffee pot and asked.
Sienna Johnson looked up abruptly at the blonde waiter. Shaking her head, she collected herself and focused on the statent again. She read it thoroughly from start to finish—three tis in total—before confirming that it was a divorce announcent and the male protagonist, Adrian Desmond, was indeed the Adrian she knew.
Adrian, what on earth are you up to?
She pressed her forehead, brushing her hair back. Her mind was a ss, her thoughts too jumbled to sort out.
For Adrian to make such a grand gesture, publishing an announcent in a remote place like Bluzell City... he must have done it for her to see. If I’m not mistaken, Adrian has probably published this divorce announcent in many countries.
Her fingers gently tapped the tempered-glass tabletop. Is Adrian’s divorce announcent real or fake?
Back then, I was so against him marrying lanie Carpenter, but that man, Adrian, married her anyway.
And now, Adrian has divorced lanie Carpenter.
Are they really divorced, or is this...
...a conspiracy?
Adrian just wants to trick into going back.
If this is a conspiracy and I fall for it, once Adrian finds , escaping again will be much harder, especially with Curly.
Sienna Johnson sat there, thinking for a full hour before making a decision. She got up and threw the newspaper with the divorce announcent into the garbage can.
I can’t afford to take that risk!
Besides, I can’t forgive Adrian’s betrayal, even if he really did divorce lanie Carpenter.
「」
Sienna Johnson returned empty-handed. Kiki looked at Sienna Johnson in surprise.
"Mai, where are the diapers you bought for Curly? Even if you didn’t buy anything else, you should have at least bought diapers for Curly!"
"Ah..." Curly, who hadn’t seen Sienna Johnson all day, missed her. She was in Kiki’s arms, babbling at Sienna Johnson, as if asking where her mommy had been.
"Adrian and lanie Carpenter are divorced."
Sienna Johnson took her daughter. Curly was soft and still slled of milk. She rubbed her saliva on Sienna’s face, and Sienna Johnson’s heart lted.
"Really? Or is it fake?" Kiki asked in surprise.
Sienna Johnson gently squeezed her daughter’s chubby hand. "I don’t know," she said, her voice thick with conflict.
"So what do you plan to do?"
"Ignore him!" Sienna Johnson declared, but her heart wavered because of Curly.
If possible, I want Curly to grow up in a family with both a father and a mother.
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