CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: MALE COLLEGE STUDENT

These people are my best friends. In my previous life, when my family was ruined by Henry Preston’s madness for love, it was they who reached out to help me. Even though we couldn’t overcome Henry Preston, their genuine friendship deeply touched me.

So, I told them about my plan to divorce Henry Preston.

Excluding the part of being reborn.

After listening to me, the three of them were silent for a few seconds, then they all clapped, "Great! To celebrate Zoe breaking free from her love-struck brain, we won’t stop until we’re drunk tonight!"

"Cheers!" I shouted happily as well, as The White Witch raised her arm high.

I seemed to see myself, after divorcing Henry Preston, heading freely towards a new life, leaving the tragedies of my past life far behind me.

With a bit of intoxication, the courage of the four women quickly swelled.

Leah Lane patted my shoulder, "Zoe, see any handsome guys here that catch your eye? Don’t be afraid, if you like him, go for it! Henry Preston is always involved in scandals, we can’t lose!"

"There’s, there’s some sense in that." With hazy, drunken eyes, I scanned the room, eventually focusing on a figure, tall and slender, judging from the clothes, he looked quite young, a college student, perhaps?

If Henry Preston can find a female college student, I can find a male college student too.

I stumbled over with my wine glass, reaching out to pat the shoulder of that young man, "Handsome, drink, drink? It’s, it’s on me..."

The young man turned around, he had a clean, somewhat boyish face.

He looked at me in surprise first, then shook his head apologetically, "Sorry, sister, I have a girlfriend."

"Oh really? Sorry about that, I’ll find someone without a girlfriend..." I bowed deeply to the young man, the alcohol numbing my speech, I didn’t even know what I was saying, and continued my search in another direction.

But before I’d taken two steps, I tripped over someone’s messy footsteps, and even the wine glass in my hand shattered to pieces.

Dizzy and disoriented, I had a strange urge to just fall asleep on the spot after collapsing to the ground.

"Sister, let me help you up!" The young college student offered a hand.

I sat on the ground, looking up at him with a flushed face,

Why was I seeing things? The young college student’s face turned into that of Henry Preston, staring coldly at me.

I tried hard to get up, but ended up pressing my hand on the broken glass, bright red blood oozed out, stunned for two seconds, I blacked out.

"Zoe Hathaway, do you think your family can stop me?" In my dream, I saw Henry Preston’s cruel and ruthless face again.

Like a madwoman, I sat collapsed in the mess of the living room, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

After learning that Henry Preston wanted to divorce me, my parents joined forces with the Preston Family elders to put pressure on him.

Henry Preston wouldn’t listen to reason, stubbornly doing as he wished, even paying a huge price to bring the Hathaway Family down.

The elders of the Preston Family went from opposing him and rebuking him, to reluctantly helping him, and later I heard they even accepted Azure Vaughn.

Under Henry Preston’s stubborn protection, she gradually gained the approval of the Preston Family parents.

Most importantly, at that time Azure Vaughn was already pregnant.

"Henry Preston, I’ve loved you for ten years, did you not have even a little feeling for me?" I covered my face, and tears escaped through my fingers again.

"No, Zoe Hathaway, I gave you a chance to part peacefully, but you didn’t cherish it." Henry Preston coldly told me, then his phone rang, it was a unique ringtone, Azure Vaughn’s clear and melodious voice sounded.

Mr. Preston, please answer the phone, Mr. Preston, quickly answer the phone!

Listening to such a sweet ringtone, watching Henry Preston leave quickly, I felt dizzy, my chest throbbing painfully.

In the suffocating pain, I suddenly woke up.

"Huff~ huff~" I gasped heavily, only to find myself in my own bedroom, with the sun shining brightly outside and the sounds of birds and flowers.

How did the young college student bring me home?

I looked at my bandaged hand, then held my throbbing temples, trying to search for the young college student’s figure, but heard Henry Preston’s voice coming from outside the door.

"You guys play, I’m not interested today." He leaned against the railing on the second floor, with a cigarette between his fingers, his voice lazy, his silhouette like a pine tree.

I leaned against the door frame, seeing him walk over, and asked, "Where did you hide him?"

"Who?" Henry Preston frowned deeply.

"The young college student," I replied.

It’s rare to meet a man other than Henry Preston who I felt was decent, I was a bit reluctant to let go.

Anyway, in a month, Henry Preston would go crazy for another woman, I could also pick an emotional support angel in advance to distract my pain.

Upon hearing my answer, Henry Preston’s handsome face instantly filled with anger, he glanced at my outfit, then grabbed my wrist, dragging me into the bedroom’s walk-in closet, "Damn it, change out of this! Who allowed you to dress so indecently?"

Indecent?

I looked down at the modest rise of my chest, barely supported by the fabric.

I thought this term didn’t suit me, besides, for a man who doesn’t love me, why would he care if I’m indecent or not?

"Henry Preston, was it true that a few days ago you hooked up with that delicate actress?" I didn’t move, but calmly asked him.

"None of your business." His response was as always.

"Then it’s none of your business in the future either, if we’re not divorcing, then we’ll each play our own game." I said lightly.

All these years, without the nourishment of love, I had to find a bit of hormonal comfort.

So this is what it feels like to let go, it’s really comfortable, I no longer have to be happy or sad for Henry Preston, even my soul started to return to my body.

Men are naturally hypocritical, they can go out and party, but their wives must abide by traditional rules.

Henry Preston was no exception, he didn’t love me, but I was still his wife in name.

"Are you trying to put a green hat on me?" Henry Preston sneered, then very despicably reached out to unbutton my black deep V, "Which man do you think likes this kind of figure?"

I looked down, the chest pads completely covered all the spring scenery, not revealing anything.

They were the smallest size of chest pads.

I brushed that hand aside, calmly tidying my clothes, "In the future, I’ll eat more and drink papaya milk, try to gather enough capital, so that you can have more green hats."

"Zoe Hathaway, you’re fucking crazy?!" Henry Preston finally couldn’t stand it, he looked at me, "Have you taken the wrong medication these days?"

The old Zoe Hathaway, stable, generous, sensible, and considerate, how could she be talking nonsense like this?

If my dad heard what I just said, he’d probably get a heart attack from the anger.

But only by first becoming a madwoman could I escape from Henry Preston, who was about to drive me crazy.

Without Azure Vaughn’s appearance, he wouldn’t divorce me. Business marriages were never a child’s play, something that could be done as one pleased, he was so rational, weighing pros and cons was his forte.

And I really didn’t want to go through the process of watching him fall in love with someone else again.

"Then divorce me." I proposed again.