Cheyenne watched Kelvin drive away in his black luxury car. Their divorce finalized today, he hadn't even offered her a ride. A man could be so cruel to a woman he no longer loved.

A white car pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing a young, handsome man in his early twenties, dressed in a white double-breasted suit. His golden-blonde hair contrasted sharply with his fair skin. This was Reece Gray, Cheyenne's childhood friend and former classmate. They'd been enemies in elementary school but became best friends later. He’d celebrated her marriage to Kelvin by drinking two cases of beer and suffering a monumental hangover.

"Cheyenne, get in," Reece smiled, his pearly white teeth gleaming.

Cheyenne sat in the passenger seat, feeling dizzy. She couldn't believe how easily the divorce had happened. Despite forcing a smile, her heart ached.

"Don't feel bad. You're single! Plenty of men are waiting. You'll be a playgirl, and I'll be a playboy!" He joked, attempting to lighten the mood.

Cheyenne rolled her eyes. "If you can't offer proper comfort, shut up! And don't even think about becoming a playboy. You ran away when a girl confessed her love to you, remember?"

Reece blushed. "That was ages ago! Why bring it up?"

Cheyenne recalled Reece's elementary school encounter with a popular junior high girl who had a crush on him. Fearing she'd be accompanied by bullies, he'd run to Cheyenne for help. His timid nature and delicate features had often led to him being mistaken for a girl and bullied. It was a natural fear.

"Okay, let's change the subject. Remember that high school girl from the neighboring school who sent you a love letter?"

"Cheyenne, why didn't your sharp tongue work on Kelvin? He's made you a coward."

Reece's mention of Kelvin silenced Cheyenne. Her eyes dulled as she offered a bitter smile.

"I am cowardly," she admitted.

Reece regretted bringing up Kelvin. He wanted to slap himself. Cheyenne had once been fearless, but Kelvin seemed to have cast some kind of spell over her, erasing her self-worth in his pursuit of pleasing him.

Reece quickly changed the subject. "Look, there aren't many three-legged monsters, but there are plenty of two-legged men! If you can't find anyone, marry me. I don't mind you being married once."

Cheyenne playfully hit him on the forehead. "Just drive!"

"Okay. Where to?"

"Foley Villa. I'm packing my things," Cheyenne replied wearily.

The car stopped at the villa's gate. Reece looked concerned. "Want me to come in?"

"No, I'll just grab a few things."

Cheyenne entered the villa confidently, but the servants ignored her. Only Eliza, her personal attendant, approached. "Miss Lawrence, what brings you here?"

In half a day, she'd become an outsider.

"Just getting something," Cheyenne whispered, entering the house.

She saw Kelvin, in black home clothes, his usually cold face softened with tenderness. Across from him sat a woman in a moon-white floral dress, with long chestnut hair. Her delicate features and pale skin gave her a fragile beauty. This was Abbie Berry, Kelvin's sweetheart, daughter of the Berry family. After her father's car accident and the family's bankruptcy, and her mother's remarriage, Abbie had been entrusted to Corey Foley, Kelvin's father, who treated her like a daughter. Kelvin and Abbie had grown close growing up. Only Abbie's inherited illness had prevented an earlier marriage.

"Why are you here?" Kelvin glared at Cheyenne, accusingly. He thought she was here to harm Abbie.

"Kelvin, don't treat her like this. She's the mistress of the house; I'm just a guest," Abbie said softly, looking down, seemingly embarrassed.

"From today, she's no longer a member of the Foley family!" Kelvin declared.

Abbie looked surprised and disbelieving, glancing at Cheyenne with smugness.

"I divorced her," Kelvin stated bluntly, perhaps fearing a misunderstanding from Abbie.

"I'm sorry. Let me talk to him," Abbie offered, seemingly more distraught than Cheyenne.

Cheyenne smiled wryly. "No need. I've known Kelvin prefers you. Divorce is good; I can find handsome young men."

Kelvin's gaze grew colder. Abbie looked pleased, thinking, 'There's no place for you here, Cheyenne.'

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