Chapter 1
“Let’s divorce.” Mare Males said in his usual cold tone. Her husband of three years was never à a talker. Pearl Woolery stood behind Marc, gazing at his tall figure, and his cold, stern face reflected on the floor–to–ceiling window. Pearl’s heart sank. Her hands clenched tightly. She trembled. What Pearl feared mou had finally come Mare turned around. He had a handsome face. Pearl was still mesmerized by him now. we not?” Pearl forced the words out of her throat, her eyes filled with a flicker of d ‘Can we despair but also a glimmer of hope, Marc frowned. He looked at Pearl coldly, noticing her reddened eyes. His frown deepened. Pearl was beautiful. She wasn’t eye–catching, but she looked innocent and pure. Her large, pleading eyes were fixed on him. She had a mole near the corner of her right eye and long, straight hair. In Marc’s eyes. Pearl was reticent and submissive. There was nothing wrong with her. Marc simply didn’t love her.
