The warm sunlight streamed down onto her face. Sienna Johnson leaned on one hand, gazing at the beautiful countryside scenery, listening to the exotic folk songs that filled the air. It was a truly leisurely enjoyment. However, this leisure and comfort will soon disappear because I’m going home—back to that cold, unwelcoming house. That home I haven’t seen in a year and a half... I wonder what it’s like now. And how many people will be shocked when I, a "ghost" returned to life, suddenly show up? She chuckled maliciously. Time to settle old scores! Sabrina Johnson, Frederick Stewart, just you wait! "Ah... beautiful Bluzell City, here we come!" Uncle Holmsky, who had been singing all the way, honked the horn and recited in a poet’s cadence. "What a beautiful city!" Sienna Johnson stuck her head out. The wind billowed her long hair, and she tucked it behind her ears as she gazed into the distance at the city, with its strong Bonracan style. The streets were bustling, and beautiful women in Bargas-style clothing were dancing. Sienna Johnson couldn’t wait to get out of the car. "Uncle, stop the car here. I need to get off." The car stopped, and Sienna Johnson jumped out. Holmsky said to Sienna Johnson, "Have fun!" Sienna Johnson and Uncle Holmsky parted ways, agreeing to meet at dusk where they had gotten off the car. Then they went their separate ways. "Beautiful girl, come dance with us!" A handsome young Bonracan man invited her. Sienna Johnson waved her hand and quickly walked away with a smile. Bluzell City was lively. After the harsh winter, people emerged from their homes, dressed in their finest clothes. Sienna Johnson’s appearance was stunning, but her beauty didn’t particularly stand out in Bluzell City; the streets were full of handsome, blonde-haired, blue-eyed men and beautiful women with slender waists and long legs. Bonraca indeed lived up to its reputation for producing beautiful women. Which way should I go? This was Sienna Johnson’s first time in Bluzell City. Lucas Robertson usually handled the shopping for daily necessities. Sienna Johnson wasn’t familiar with the area. Spotting a nearby convenience store that sold newspapers, she thought they might have a city map. She crossed the street and went inside. "Hello, do you have a local map?" The convenience store did indeed have maps. The shopkeeper also gave her a copy of last week’s newspaper; after all, expired newspapers had few buyers. "Thank you." Sienna Johnson paid and left with the map and newspaper. She walked to an outdoor café, found a seat, and checked the map of Bluzell City, marking a few places she wanted to visit. Just as she was about to leave, her gaze fell upon the newspaper the shopkeeper had given her, and she noticed familiar Amwan Language words on it. Huh? Isn’t this a local newspaper? Why is there Amwan Language? Sienna Johnson picked it up and examined it closely. It was a bilingual divorce announcement, written in Amwan Language and Bonracan. Adrian Desmond had taught Sienna Johnson Amwan Language. However, Adrian had been an inappropriate teacher; he liked to get handsy while teaching, and eventually, they ended up in bed together. Why am I still thinking about him? Sienna Johnson whispered. As Sienna Johnson looked at the Amwan Language divorce announcement, she saw Adrian Desmond’s name on it. Sienna thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She rubbed her eyes and looked closely. When she confirmed it was indeed Adrian, she felt as if she’d been struck numb, her blood freezing in her veins. We (Adrian Desmond, Melanie Carpenter) have made a difficult decision. To all friends who care for and love us: We regret to inform you that we completed the divorce process on April 28th, 2011, at the Abyanabad Government Department. We know that many friends have given their enthusiastic blessings and praise to this relationship, and for that, we express our heartfelt gratitude. Throughout this difficult process, we have respected each other and encouraged each other to face the joys and sorrows of the past, the current separation, and the responsibilities of the future. Love and marriage are not failures because, even in choosing to end things, we remain the most trusted family to each other. Therefore, this will be our only official statement. We sincerely thank everyone for their love and care. "Miss, would you like a refill?" The waiter, noticing she had been sitting for a long time, came over with a coffee pot and asked. Sienna Johnson looked up abruptly at the blonde waiter. Shaking her head, she collected herself and focused on the statement again. She read it thoroughly from start to finish—three times in total—before confirming that it was a divorce announcement and the male protagonist, Adrian Desmond, was indeed the Adrian she knew. Adrian, what on earth are you up to? She pressed her forehead, brushing her hair back. Her mind was a mess, her thoughts too jumbled to sort out. For Adrian to make such a grand gesture, publishing an announcement in a remote place like Bluzell City... he must have done it for her to see. If I’m not mistaken, Adrian has probably published this divorce announcement in many countries. Her fingers gently tapped the tempered-glass tabletop. Is Adrian’s divorce announcement real or fake? Back then, I was so against him marrying Melanie Carpenter, but that man, Adrian, married her anyway. And now, Adrian has divorced Melanie Carpenter. Are they really divorced, or is this... ...a conspiracy? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ noⅴelfire.net Adrian just wants to trick me into going back. If this is a conspiracy and I fall for it, once Adrian finds me, escaping again will be much harder, especially with Curly. Sienna Johnson sat there, thinking for a full hour before making a decision. She got up and threw the newspaper with the divorce announcement into the garbage can. I can’t afford to take that risk! Besides, I can’t forgive Adrian’s betrayal, even if he really did divorce Melanie Carpenter. Sienna Johnson returned empty-handed. Kiki looked at Sienna Johnson in surprise. "Mai, where are the diapers you bought for Curly? Even if you didn’t buy anything else, you should have at least bought diapers for Curly!" "Ah..." Curly, who hadn’t seen Sienna Johnson all day, missed her. She was in Kiki’s arms, babbling at Sienna Johnson, as if asking where her mommy had been. "Adrian and Melanie Carpenter are divorced." Sienna Johnson took her daughter. Curly was soft and still smelled of milk. She rubbed her saliva on Sienna’s face, and Sienna Johnson’s heart melted. "Really? Or is it fake?" Kiki asked in surprise. Sienna Johnson gently squeezed her daughter’s chubby hand. "I don’t know," she said, her voice thick with conflict. "So what do you plan to do?" "Ignore him!" Sienna Johnson declared, but her heart wavered because of Curly. If possible, I want Curly to grow up in a family with both a father and a mother.