The Divorcee Amazed the World

Willis attended a business dinner and had a bit too much to drink.

The driver helped him back home and settled him on the sofa.

As he got up to fetch a towel, he heard Willis, with closed eyes, mumbling, “Helena, Helena, get me a glass of water.”

The driver hesitated for two seconds, then pulled out his phone and called Helena, saying, “Helena, Mr. Santana has had too much to drink and has been calling your name.”

Helena pursed her lips in silence.

Zena, overhearing, said, “Go take care of him. Without divorce proceedings, you’re still husband and wife. Don’t let things get too strained.”

Helena gave a soft “okay” and told the driver, “I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Santana,” the driver said, hanging up the phone.

After pouring a glass of water, she fed Willis a few sips.

As he drank, the doorbell suddenly rang.

The driver placed the glass on the coffee table and went to answer it.

To Helena’s surprise, Susan stood outside in white attire, holding a fruit basket.

The driver apologized, “Susan, Mr. Santana has had too much to drink; I’m afraid we can’t entertain you.”

Susan smiled, “That’s perfect. I came to take care of him.”

She walked in, placed the fruit basket at the shoe cabinet, and said to the driver, “You can go now; leave Willis to me.”

The driver looked somewhat reluctant, “I just called Helena, and she’ll be here soon.”

Susan smiled gently, “It’s fine. I know Helena well; she has a good temper. She won’t mind.”

After a moment of hesitation, the driver said, “Alright.”

He took the car keys and left.

Walking past the entrance, Susan reached the sofa, sat down, and picked up the cup, feeding Willis more water.

Willis, catching a whiff of a familiar perfume, slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Susan, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. He propped himself up on the sofa and asked, “Why are you here?”

Susan blinked her eyelashes, smiling coquettishly, “I missed you too much and couldn’t resist coming. You won’t be angry, will you, Willis?”

A slight crease formed on Willis’s forehead, “I’ve had too much to drink, and I couldn’t notify you. Go back.”

Susan seemed taken aback, her eyes teary. She said with a hint of grievance, “Willis, you still haven’t truly forgiven me. I’ve said it before, the breakup message three years ago was sent by my mother using my phone. She sent me abroad, had someone watching me 24/7, and didn’t let me contact you. Do you know how painful these three years have been for me? I thought about you every day, drove myself crazy, but couldn’t see you. I was forced into severe depression…”

She covered her face and cried in pain.

“I have forgiven you, really.” Willis’s eyes showed a trace of impatience, but his tone remained gentle, “Stop crying.”

Susan, teary-eyed, looked at him with admiration, a mixture of blame and resentment in her eyes. “Then why are you driving me away?”

“I haven’t divorced yet. It’s late at night; it’s not suitable for you to stay here.” He pinched his leg hard, attempting to use pain to regain sobriety.

Susan caught this detail, slowly leaned towards him, and her soft arm curled around his shoulder. She stared at him with glowing eyes, a look of adoration in her gaze. “I don’t mind.”

Willis shifted away, avoiding her, “I mind.”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Susan’s eyes. She withdrew her outstretched hand after a while.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The dense silence filled the entire room.

Unable to endure the silence, Susan lifted her head, glanced around, and finally looked at the painting on the wall. Finding no words, she said, “Is this a genuine Monet?”

“No, it’s a copy by Helena.”

“Really? She painted it so well; I thought it was original.”

Susan softly commented, “I didn’t expect Helena to be so talented.”

Willis’s dark eyes softened, “Indeed, she is very talented.”

“Willis, you’re even more talented. In my eyes, you’re always the most outstanding man.” Susan’s eyes sparkled, gazing at him with admiration.

Willis’s thick eyelashes dropped slightly, a thin layer of frost forming in the depths of his eyes.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

In Helena’s heart, the most outstanding man would always be her Jay.

Suddenly, Susan heard extremely light footsteps outside the door. Remembering what the driver had said, that Helena would be coming soon, she devised a plan.

She stood up and went to Willis’s side, taking his arm. Her voice, charming and provocative, sounded, “Willis, let me help you take a bath. After you shower and fall asleep, I’ll leave.”

“No need.” Willis raised his hand to push her away.

“It’s okay; I’m not a stranger.”

“I really don’t need it. Just go!” His tone started to get irritated.

Hearing the sound of the door unlocking, Susan’s heart tightened. With a pretended “oops,” she fell onto him, her hands wrapping around his waist, and her mouth pressed against his.

Willis gripped her neck, trying to move her head away.

However, Susan clung to him like a snake, and he, having drunk too much, lacked the strength in his muscles to push her away immediately.

As Helena entered the room, she witnessed Susan and Willis intimately entwined, kissing!

The hands that had once tenderly caressed her waist were now intimately gripping Susan’s neck!

Helena felt as if struck by lightning, her entire body going cold!