"Divorce!?"
Lily's beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, then she shook her head immediately: "No, you can't divorce, how can you divorce."
"Skye, it's not easy for you to marry Dylan Wellington. Have you forgotten how much you wanted to be with him back then..."
"I haven't forgotten, how could I forget." Skye Brown's lips curled into a self-mocking smile.
"It's precisely because I haven't forgotten that I even more want to divorce him."
This marriage wasn't started because of mutual love at all.
"I wanted to marry him. Although it's because I still love him, isn't it also because of Molly? And he wanted to marry me... heh, just for an even more ridiculous reason."
Skye's lip curve gradually deepened.
That self-mockery also gradually spread.
Seeing Skye's self-deprecating smile, Lily Redington felt as if her heart was being fiercely clenched.
