Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 52: He Wants to Marry, She Will Let Him
The ring finger on the left hand represents engagement.
Vera felt like she was plunged into an ice cave, her entire body frozen, as she fixed her clear eyes on Ian Kane.
The man was dressed in a finely tailored dark bespoke suit, every detail from head to toe exuding elegance and refinement, a stark contrast to his disheveled appearance when she saw him outside the garden that day.
At this moment, he was glancing at the ring on Kiera Crowe’s middle finger, his profile looking gentle and scholarly, as if nodding with a smile.
Vera still remembered when Kiera Crowe openly pursued him, and after rumors spread throughout the entire college town that they were a couple, Ian Kane appeared high-profile beneath her dorm with freshly flown-in white roses, blocking her and publicly confessing his love.
The rumors with Kiera Crowe shattered without a fight.
Back then, everyone knew the prince of the Kane Family was enamored with her, the "Cinderella," and held disdain for the Crowe Family princess.
Vera recovered her senses and was about to move her feet when she glanced over and locked eyes with Ian Kane from afar—
Her fingertips pressed into her palm.
The next second, the man, as if he hadn’t seen her, lowered his head and listened intently to Kiera Crowe whispering something to him.
Vera clenched her hands tightly and silently walked out of the boutique.
No wonder he agreed to the divorce so readily.
It wasn’t out of consideration or respect for her wishes; no wonder he could say that her relationship with Noah Grant was also good... With his usual possessiveness, he would never agree to a divorce.
Turns out, he had long wanted to abandon her, a worthless wife to him.
Vera couldn’t accept this realization for a moment, limping into the restroom’s nursing room.
In the silent space, she curled up at the edge of a dark brown sofa, her elbows resting on her knees, her fingertips suspended at the boundary of the floor and shadow.
Like a wilted white rose, she hung her head, gazing at her shattered reflection on the floor.
It wasn’t until the sound of a baby’s crying came from the doorway that she used the armrest to stand up, brushing past the scent of milk from infants as she exited the nursing room.
"Make way—"
In the corridor leading from the restroom to the shopping mall, Vera was pushed aside by a bodyguard in a black suit, staggering a few steps into the wall. Just as she was about to argue, an elegant figure approached her, carrying a scent of patchouli and roses.
"Vera?" Kiera Crowe recognized her, grasping her arm and steadying her.
Years of professional ballet had trained Vera to maintain her composure in crisis; she steadied herself, removed her mask, and smiled faintly, "Miss Crowe, what a coincidence."
Kiera Crowe glanced down at her right foot, "I almost didn’t recognize you; I heard there’s no way to treat your foot?"
Did she hear that from Ian Kane? Vera felt a sting in her heart, smiled with her eyes, and looked directly at Kiera Crowe.
The sparkling diamond earrings, like shimmering waves, reflected her bright and captivating face.
"Yes, Miss Crowe, I have some matters to attend to, excuse me," she said, and then walked away.
Kiera Crowe watched her back, about to say something, but Vera was already far gone.
Limping along unevenly, her body leaning unevenly, she resembled a far cry from the radiant girl on stage back then.
Back then, even her brother was infatuated with her.
Kiera Crowe sighed silently, shook her head, and walked into the ladies’ restroom on her high heels.
Today was a terrible day for Vera.
She had just bid farewell to Ian Kane’s rumored engagement partner, only to run into the traitor Nina Sullivan in the mall elevator.
Nina Sullivan was clad in designer brands, her makeup exquisite, a lollipop in her mouth, carrying large bags, and the paper bags all emblazoned with famous logos.
Upon seeing her, she lowered her sunglasses to her nose, her eyebrows raised haughtily, looking her over.
"Ms. Sheridan, long time no see."
Vera remained expressionless, not giving her even a glance.
Nina Sullivan sucked her lollipop, her tone eerie, "Ms. Sheridan, do you think Mr. Kane didn’t want you for a long time? Just waiting for you to wisely withdraw on your own."
"Luckily, you had some self-awareness, or it would have been such a disgrace..."
Vera ignored her, and when the elevator doors opened, she walked out.
Sitting in Maeve Holloway’s car, Vera finally broke down, curling up in the back seat, hugging herself tightly, her tears streaming as she stared out the car window.
Maeve Holloway watched her through the rearview mirror, understanding her feelings.
She had initiated the divorce due to her psychological issues preventing intimacy, unable to have children, and now, with rumors of Ian Kane’s engagement circulating, it seemed he had abandoned her.
Between interests and her, he had chosen the former.
Vera couldn’t help but feel heartbroken and disappointed.
This was the man who would have given up his life for her.
"Vera, what if the engagement is just a rumor? Or a smoke screen by Old Man Kane to raise stock prices?" Maeve Holloway tried to console her.
Vera recalled in the boutique how Ian Kane, having clearly seen her, pretended not to; her heart wrenched.
If it were a rumor, he would have been eager to explain it to her long ago.
She took out her phone, checking the latest news, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile, "Today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday, and next Monday is when the market opens, which is also Elder Kane’s deadline. Now, perhaps the main house leaked the news, accusing Ian Kane of being immoral and despicable for planning another marriage during the divorce cooling-off period, and netizens are also criticizing him."
"If it’s a smoke screen, it won’t help the stock price rebound by tomorrow."
Maeve Holloway gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Vera wiped her tears away, forcing a smile that was even more pitiful than crying, "This is for the best, I used to feel a bit guilty towards him, now I can feel more at ease, let’s drink and celebrate tonight!"
As she spoke, she looked out of the car window, and her vision blurred once more.
Maeve took her to a quiet bar they frequented.
Originally, they had invited a few friends to celebrate the birthday, but with what Vera was going through, she canceled with several friends, leaving just the two of them, listening to songs and drinking in the private room.
The alcohol numbed her awareness, releasing her wildness, Vera stood barefoot on the sofa, raising the bottle high, proclaiming with a laugh, "The wise never fall in love!"
Her pale cheeks flushed with drunkenness, yet tears streamed down.
She doesn’t need love, doesn’t need a man!
—Once, aware of her own psychological issues and inability to get close to the opposite sex, Vera always comforted herself like this.
Ian Kane walked into the private room, witnessing this scene.
The usually calm and composed person was being reckless from drinking.
The man strode toward the sofa.
Vera thought she was seeing things, blinking before confirming it was him.
As he approached, thinking about how he had planned on divorcing long ago, yet pretended to be deeply in love, Vera swung the wine bottle in her hand, aiming it fiercely at his face—
Maeve’s eyes widened in shock.
Ian Kane tilted his head, the bottle zooming past his ear, shattering on the ground with a "crash."
Vera froze, sobering up a bit.
Ian Kane approached her with an expressionless face, lifting his sharp jaw, "Come down, I’ll take you home."
Vera took a step back, the sofa was soft, causing her to sway, yet her expression remained indifferent, "I don’t need you to take me, are you here for me, to help you with PR? I can help you."
"Just say, our marriage was already broken, only the final step remains."
Ian Kane’s eyelids tightened, dark eyes fixed on her, with a hint of a smile, "Then I thank you, my considerate, understanding ex-wife."
Vera clenched her fists tightly, pridefully saying, "It’s only right, I decided to leave you first."
Nearby, Maeve listened to Ian Kane’s words, furrowing her brows in anger, "Old Man Kane, you really want to marry Kiera Crowe? You and Vera haven’t even officially divorced! By spreading this news, where does that leave her dignity as your wife?"
"Others make seamless transitions, yet you rush to find someone new before the divorce cooling-off period is even over!"
"Did your heart change long ago?" Maeve increasingly felt something was off, stepping forward, speaking irritatedly.
With the feelings Ian Kane has for Vera, he wouldn’t agree to the divorce so readily!
Elder Kane previously pressured him with having a child, surely, he’s long wanted to rid of Vera!
Ian Kane’s fingers touched the wedding ring on his finger, his deep eyes still fixed on Vera sitting on the sofa, "The Crowe family is powerful, stronger than the Kane Family. If I marry Kiera Crowe, the old man will have to rely on me in the future. Tell me, should I marry her?"
Vera lowered her eyes, observing his calm and logical demeanor, her heart sinking little by little, and squeezed a word from the depths of her throat, "Yes."
"I am more than willing to fulfill it."
After speaking, she got off the sofa.
Slightly tipsy and with weak ankles, her slender figure wavered from side to side.
Ian Kane did not support her, remaining cold and indifferent.
Vera collapsed into the sofa, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in her chest.
Ian Kane turned around, speaking indifferently, "I’ll take you home first."
Seeing his cold attitude towards Vera, Maeve rushed over, supporting Vera, "Ian Kane, since you’ve both parted ways, Vera won’t trouble you, I’ll take her back!"
Ian Kane clenched his fists, striding towards the private room door.
As his figure disappeared, Vera turned, laying her head on Maeve’s shoulder, "I was right, and Nina was right too. Thankfully, I am self-aware... stepping back first."
Vera’s whole soul was trembling.
Maeve gently patted her back, comforting her.
Vera softly murmured, "I feel relieved..."
Murmuring all the way home.
Back in her room, she fell on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
She slept until she naturally woke up, her eyes swollen, mouth dry.
As soon as she turned on her phone, she received a message, "Kane Group CEO Ian Kane to hold a press conference at 10 AM."
No need to open it, Vera knew he was going to announce his alliance with Kiera Crowe.
Today is Friday, the collaboration is bound to cause the stock price to soar once confirmed.
Just as Vera was about to freshen up, her phone rang—it was her mentor Wendy Donovan calling.
"Vera, I just returned from Parnassus with the team, just got off the plane, and upon turning on my phone, I heard about your marriage change with Ian Kane, was it him who dumped you? That scoundrel!"
Professor Donovan’s voice was loud, vibrating in her eardrums, Vera pulled the phone away, listening on speaker.
At this moment, another notification about Ian Kane appeared on her phone screen, furrowing her brows tightly.
On the other side, Wendy Donovan continued, "Don’t be upset, without a man, you still have your career! Quickly come to the national dance troupe to take my place as a technical director, I’ve long wanted you to develop in Veridia, but because you had a family, it wasn’t appropriate to persuade—"
