บททั้งหมดของ A Divorce After My Rebirth: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Dahlia’s voice was loud, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Zoey looked at the old lady and said solemnly, “I didn’t plagiarize. This is my design.” Dahlia scoffed. “An identical design, and you claim it’s not plagiarism? Who would believe that? Ariana is a designer at Born Beauty! You’ve only been at Born Beauty for a month—what could you possibly design? Zoey, apologize to the old lady immediately. She’s always generous and will surely forgive you.” Zoey responded calmly, “You’ve never trusted me—not in the past, and not now. But I didn’t plagiarize. This is my original work.” Dahlia glared at her. “If you didn’t plagiarize, are you saying Ariana did?” “You seem capable of making that judgment yourself,” Zoey replied, turning to Ariana. “Ariana, think carefully before you speak. Did I plagiarize you?” Ariana pressed her lips together and looked at the old lady. “Grandmother, this is truly my design. I don’t know why Zoey’s brooch design is identical to mine,” she said wi

Zoey observed Ariana’s shocked expression, raising her brow slightly. “I shouldn’t be here? You think I should be in there instead?”Ariana stammered, her lips trembling. “N-no, I just thought…”“You thought that woman was me,” Zoey said, gripping Ariana’s shoulder harder. “Where do you get all these thoughts, huh?”Ariana cried out in pain, “Zoey, you’re hurting me!”Livia scolded Zoey, “Let go of Ariana right now! She came here because she was worried about you.”Instead of releasing her, Zoey tightened her grip further. “Worried about me? So you brought all these people to enjoy the spectacle? Were you trying to protect me, or ruin my reputation?”Ariana hadn’t expected Zoey to be so strong; the pain caused sweat to bead on her forehead. “Zoey, I swear, I was genuinely concerned for you!”“If you were concerned, shouldn’t you have alerted Russell to rescue me? What made you think your feeble skills could save me, huh?” Zoey questioned coldly.She recalled her past life when she had

Ariana stormed back home, grabbing the HIV post-exposure prophylaxis medication from her bag while screaming hysterically. Dahlia rushed into the room, only to see Ariana sweeping her cosmetics off the vanity table in a fit of rage. "My darling, what's wrong?" Ariana cried uncontrollably, her makeup smudged and her appearance utterly disheveled. "Mom, how could Zoey do this to me? I was worried about her safety and went to find her. Not only did she dislocate my arm in front of everyone, but she also manipulated Moriah into claiming that I orchestrated the whole situation. She then provoked Moriah into scratching me, and now Moriah—Moriah has AIDS! I have to take this medicine, or I might end up infected!" Dahlia froze, her mind buzzing. "That wretched girl! If I’d known this would happen, I’d have taken her out a long time ago!" Livia clasped Ariana's hands, her heart aching. "Ariana, don't cry. You won't get infected. And if you do, that woman will pay for it with her life. Stop

As the scene unfolded, Russell instinctively moved to rush out of the car. Troy, fearing Russell's impulsiveness, quickly slammed the car door shut and charged toward the man instead. But Troy was a second too late. Zoey had already raised her leg and delivered a swift kick that sent the attacker flying. The glass bottle he held smashed on the ground, shattering into pieces and emitting a corrosive sizzle. Some of the liquid splashed onto the man's hand, prompting agonized screams. Zoey stepped on the man’s hand and ground her heel into it mercilessly. “Talk. Who sent you?” “No one sent me! Ahhh—!” Watching Zoey’s cold and menacing demeanor, Troy felt an eerie familiarity. It was as if he were seeing Russell himself. Clearly, they shared the same aura—like a matched pair. “Madam, allow me to handle this,” Troy said respectfully. Zoey already had a few suspects in mind. “Lilah from the styling studio, Ariana, or Nelson. None of them are innocent.” Troy nodded. “Madam, please re

Russell’s gaze carried a cold sharpness as he observed the Harmon family’s attitude toward Zoey—cruel and callous. Their visit wasn’t to bring Zoey back but to demand a hefty dowry. “How much do you think Zoey is worth?” His voice was detached and icy. Jordan’s eyes lit up. “As the head of the Maddox family, you can’t afford to give too little—it wouldn’t be dignified if word got out.” Dahlia chimed in, “Exactly. Besides, Zoey is exceptional in both looks and talent.” Zoey sneered. “Oh? Then can you tell me what my major was in college?” Dahlia’s lips twitched awkwardly. “Well, whatever it was, it must’ve been excellent. Now you’re an S-tier designer at Galaxy Studio, earning billions annually. Setting aside family background, how many socialites out there can compare to you? Russell, Zoey is lucky to have married you, but you’re equally fortunate to have her. Considering that, we think a suitable dowry would be some shares of the Maddox Group.” Russell’s eyes narrowed slightly.