Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 57: Divorce Remains, I’m Going to Veridia
Because she "caught him in the act" and caused him to get caught up in an infidelity scandal, she was filled with guilt. He seemed to respect and care for her, agreeing to a divorce briskly, which only put her in a more passive position, deepening her guilt. Later, he clarified the rumors of their arranged marriage and publicly declared his feelings, touching her with his deep love and making her pity his sacrifices for love. She took the initiative to go back to him...
It was all his scheme.
She was like a pawn, every move controlled by his invisible hand.
Vera Sheridan gripped the handle of the basket tightly, staring blankly through the gaps in the flowers and leaves at Ian Kane, who was calmly brewing tea in the pavilion. For a moment, she couldn’t believe the depth of his machinations towards her.
The heartbreak when he smashed the drawer to retrieve their marriage certificate, the depression during the rumors, the public declaration that she was his only love, and the gentle companionship in the past few days after she returned to him...
Could all of this really just be his performance?
Inside the pavilion, Ian Kane didn’t agree with Noah Grant’s words. He leisurely poured out the first batch of tea water, a cold, handsome face touched with a smile.
"Old Man Grant, those words of yours are too much. I went with the flow to deal with the old master, but how can you say I’m scheming or manipulating Vera?"
Noah Grant raised his eyelids.
Ian Kane continued to pour water, "Vera was divorcing me, I was sad and upset, and every word at the press conference came from the heart. In this life, she’ll be the only wife I marry."
"I’ve always been genuine with her. Trying to win her back with some hard-earned suffering and well-intentioned lies is nothing to be criticized for."
Noah Grant’s sharp features, piercing to the point, "You’re clearly exploiting her guilt and morally blackmailing her!"
Vera was suddenly startled.
Within the pavilion, Ian Kane remained composed, full of confidence. "Old Man Grant, Vera came back to me because she loves me and can’t bear to leave me."
"This is emotional tug-of-war. If she didn’t love me, no matter how I pulled, she wouldn’t relent."
Noah Grant paused in his tea-drinking, and suddenly Vera’s cheerful demeanor when she opened the door before flashed in his mind.
Vera also turned around absent-mindedly.
Indeed, she couldn’t let him go, but that inability to let go was a façade he created for her.
"Vera is an artist, pure by nature, and she suffered trauma as a child. You’re toying with her."
"There’s no smoke without fire. That girl with the surname Su, things between you aren’t simple, are they?" He had come into contact with a policeman handling Ian Kane’s rumor case. That day, the officer told him something vague, "This is President Kane’s domestic issue; we shouldn’t get involved."
Vera was just about to walk away when Noah Grant’s voice came again.
Her thin figure froze firmly.
Ian Kane clenched his teacup, glimpsing in the direction of the trellis, where Vera’s off-white figure could barely be seen.
The man lifted his chin, looking frank, "Oh, now even lawyers are spouting nonsense?"
Meaning without evidence, they just make things up.
Noah Grant leaned back against the chair, squinted his eyes at him, asking back, "No evidence doesn’t necessarily mean it didn’t happen, does it?"
Upon hearing this, Vera behind the trellis swayed slightly.
Those traces from the past, again, haunted and entwined her mind...
Ian Kane played with a lighter, his face indifferent, "The innocent will clear themselves; I can’t be bothered to argue with you. But can’t you at least wish for something good between Vera and me?"
"Honestly, are you still in love with her... back then—"
Vera didn’t hear the rest and quietly walked away.
Noah Grant interrupted Ian Kane, "Vera has always been independent and strong, achieving her self-worth and independence through dance. You want to turn her into a parasitic vine."
As he spoke, he gazed at the wall of climbing white roses.
In his mind, however, was another image of a white rose, standing tall and proud, weathering the storms, yet still holding its head high.
Vera used to be like that.
Ian Kane grew more and more infuriated as he listened, a "ding" sounded as he flicked the lighter, "Old Man Grant, she’s my wife, matters between us as husband and wife, what right does an outsider have to interfere?"
Noah Grant let out a faint snort, "I’m not interfering, it’s a warning, stop hurting her."
With these words, he took his briefcase and pulled out some documents, placing them in front of Ian Kane, "This is the board’s directive, I’ve delivered it, goodbye."
"No need to see you out," Ian Kane lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said indifferently.
...
The sound of a car engine came from outside, and Vera understood that Noah Grant had left.
Not staying for lunch, it must have been an unpleasant end with Ian Kane.
She sat on the edge of the bed, folding clothes one by one, with an open suitcase on the floor.
When Ian Kane entered her bedroom, carrying a scent of smoke, it was this scene he saw.
The man’s mouth twitched, asking knowingly, "Mrs. Kane, what are you doing? Your senior brother left, aren’t you going to see him off?"
Vera didn’t lift her head, smoothing out the wrinkles on a white T-shirt with her hand, "I heard your entire conversation. Ian Kane, let’s continue to separate, and finalize the divorce in 20 days."
"I’ll go back to Ardendale later, and in a few days, head to Veridia to interview with The National Ballet."
Ian Kane lightly rubbed the wedding ring on his ring finger, his face clouded, "Vera, do you really think I’m scheming against you?"
Vera gave a bitter smile, raised her head, and examined the man standing by the window carefully, "You meticulously laid out a plan, grasped my psychology, lured me into your trap, what is it if not scheming? How is this different from how you deal with your grandfather or those rivals in the business world? Ian Kane, we are husband and wife!"
"I even suspect if Nina Sullivan is your accomplice, she originally claimed to have evidence of your infidelity, then why did she change her tune at the last moment?"
Ian Kane’s face darkened, his fists clenched tightly with a crisp sound of bones, a layer of gloom enveloping him, "You believe Noah Grant’s baseless words?"
"He abandoned you back then, disappeared for six years, and now with just a few words, you trust him so firmly and doubt me, your husband, is this the power of an unforgettable first love?"
Vera was taken aback but quickly regained her composure, "Don’t confuse logic. The premise is that you did scheme against me before!"
Ian Kane stepped closer, clasping her chin, "You’ve forgotten the times you falsely accused me of infidelity, do you need me to remind you?"
"Vera, in your heart, do you ever consider me your closest person? Why can you believe Noah Grant and the betraying Nina Sullivan, yet you refuse to believe me?" The man’s eyes were full of hurt.
Vera took a deep breath, "Without solid evidence, you always turn the tables on me like this."
Ian Kane sneered, "So, in your heart, you’ve already decided I’m unfaithful."
"What else can I say?"
With those words, he released her and turned his back.
Vera looked at his lonely, gloomy back, unsure if he was once again "advancing by retreating."
She clenched her hands tightly and steeled her resolve, speaking calmly, "I can’t trust you completely anymore, so we should still separate."
