"And then?"
The man's voice rang out softly, neither cold nor warm, with no trace of emotion.
Daisy Ginger finally realized the abnormality in his tone, looked up at his face, and couldn't help but shiver.
"Divorce. And then?"
The man asked again, his voice icy.
Daisy pressed her lips together. There was resentment in her eyes, but more so, an indescribable fear.
Life had become chaotic.
She felt as if she had accidentally fallen into a nightmare.
The story was absurd, so absurd it was appalling, it would sound ridiculous if recounted to others.
How could there be two Edward Stephens in this world?
How could Lady Stephens deceive her like this?
In this past year, exactly what kind of lie had she wasted her life on, like a fool, being played around by so many people?
She didn't even dare to recall the past; every minute, every second she spent with this man felt like a joke.
