Chapter: 3

“Okay. I hope you’re happy with him.” Dustin smiled and signed the divorce agreement without any more hesitation. All he felt now was disappointment. Ironically, today was also their wedding anniversary. There was cruel humor in divorcing him on the day they had gotten married. 

“I don’t want the money, I just want that crystal necklace back. My mother left it to me before she died so that I can give it to my wife.” 

“Okay.” 

Dahlia nodded and gave him the crystal necklace. 

“From today onward, we will have nothing to do with each other!” 

Dustin put on the necklace and left. He had no more gentleness in his expression; all that was left was distant aloofness. 

“Did I do the right thing, Lyra?” Dahlia asked hesitantly. 

Even though she was the one who asked for the divorce, she didn’t feel happy at all when it was finalized. 

“Of course you did!” Lyra nodded.

“You have the right to pursue happiness. Dustin does not deserve you at all. He’ll only bring you down with him. You’re destined to be the most powerful woman in Swinton!” 

Dahlia did not answer her. As she watched Dustin leave, she felt as if she was losing something precious.

In the elevator, Dustin stared at the crystal necklace dejectedly. Even though he had expected it, he was still sad that his marriage had ended just like that. He had once thought that happiness was simple: meals on the table, cheerful days, and simple pleasures. Now, he found out that normalcy was a sin. It was time to awaken from this prolonged daydream. 

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking him out of his trance. When he picked up the phone, a familiar voice came from the other end. 

“Mr. Rhys, I’m Hunter Anderson from the Swinton Group. I heard that today your wedding anniversary with Ms. Nicholson, so I’ve prepared a gift for you. I’m just wondering if you have any time today?” 

“Thank you for your kindness, but I’m afraid we won’t be needing the gift,” Dustin said. 

“Why?” 

Hunter was taken aback. He could sense something wrong. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to talk about, Mr. Anderson?” 

“Actually, yes, there is.” Hunter cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’ve got a friend who contracted a strange illness. He’s seen a lot of doctors, but none of them could do anything about it. I was hoping that you could help.” 

“Mr. Anderson, you know my rules.” 

“Of course I do! I’m sincere in my request. My friend owns some canscora, which I remember you were looking for. I’m sure he’ll be willing to part with it if you help him,” Hunter said. 

“Is this true?” Dustin asked seriously. 

“Yes, it is!” 

“Alright, if that’s so, then I’ll be willing to take a look.” Dustin immediately agreed to the request.