A Farewell After Being Reborn

“You!” Layla’s face flushed with anger. “I heard from Henry that you reached out to him in private. Are you interested in him or something?”

Henry had simply mentioned it casually. But even if he hadn’t, Layla had seen their chat history with her own eyes.

In retrospect, Layla realized that things were a little fishy when Sage readily agreed to Henry’s invitation in the parking lot despite holding a grudge against Layla. Sage had even offered to foot the bill.

Sage was also present at the sports complex Henry routinely attended. The increasing amount of coincidences made Layla suspicious.

“Won’t you listen to yourself?” Sage jeered. “Use your brain for once. Don’t listen blindly to what others say. What would I gain from talking to him in private?”

Then, Sage handed her phone to Layla and urged her, “Take a good look at my chat history with Henry.”

Layla’s eyes multiple times. Although he acted courteously, anyone with some experience in dating would know that he was deliberating chatting her up. His reason for doing so was obvious–Sage was wealthier and more gullible than Layla. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

swept past the pen and noticed that Henry had initiated contact

Still, Layla couldn’t get over Sage’s haughty tone. She snapped, “Well, Ian doesn’t like you that much either. You’re the one who pursued him, and you even threatened him with a divorce. It’s not far– fetched to suspect you of flirting with

another man just to make him jealous.”

Sage laughed at the absurdity of the idea. “Even if I wanted to date someone else, I would find a man richer than Ian. Can Henry even match up to Ian?”

As if that was

enough, Sage added, “One more thing: if you believe in yourself, you can go after Ian in the hopes of marrying him. Why don’t you confess to

Uncle Owen and Aunt Susan that you want to marry Ian? Get them to support my divorce.”

Layla was undoubtedly interested in lan, but only out of pure adulation. Ian, a good–looking rich man, was the Mr. McDreamy of the Haldon City socialites.

Layla was happy enough to be around him, but she had never thought of replacing Sage as Mrs. Holcomb. After all, nobody could endure Ian’s aloof treatment. She would need an unusual amount of courage and persistence to convince lan to marry her.

Layla knew her limits. She put away her makeup bag and prepared to leave. As she did so,

she hissed, “You’d better not smear my name. I’ll never go after a man you’ve dumped!”

“Layla Joyner, you should fight for what you want. If Aunt Susan won’t support you, you can always try to convince Uncle Owen and Grandpa. If you have their support, you stand a greater chance of success,” Sage analyzed mindlessly while staring at her reflection in the mirror.

Hearing that, Layla halted in her tracks. After a moment, she continued out of the restroom. Right after she left the restroom, she ran into Ian.

“Ian-” She thought of chatting with him like before, but she realized that Ian might have overheard her conversation with Sage. So, she immediately ran away

out of embarrassment.

Sage, who was still in the restroom, heard Layla calling out to Ian. She emerged from the restroom and found Ian by the entrance, as she expected.

She wondered if he was waiting for her or just passing by. She couldn’t read his emotions, so she inquired, “Are you here for me? For what?”

“Did the money in your card yesterday come from selling the earrings?” he questioned calmly.

So he was curious about that incident after all. She thought that he couldn’t care less about it. She was curious about how he felt after he unknowingly used the money from the sale of his gift.

She deliberately beamed at him. “Yeah. Isn’t that a surprise?”