EX-husband Groveling to Me

Chapter 3 Are You Serious?

Suny specially picked out a ruffled half-body red dress from her wardrobe, her chestnut long hair was

permed into big curls, loosely and lazily draped behind her, her face wore the makeup she had spent

an hour on, and the red lipstick in the same colour as the dress set off her entire aura.

"M, I'm going to get a divorce."

"Master, wave away the wrong ones so you can meet the better ones."

Suny raised an eyebrow, "Thank you, M, goodbye."

"Goodbye, master."

When Suny arrived at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau at eight fifty-five, it was not yet open.

Just as she arrived, Alicia's phone call came through: "Suny, have you arrived at the Civil Affairs

Bureau yet?"

"Just arrived."

"Then I wish you good luck in advance to get rid of the scum and move on to a new life!"

Not far away a familiar black car stopped, Suny didn't want to say much: "Austin has arrived, I gotta

go."

"Okay! I've prepared a super surprise for you today, to make sure you can raise your eyebrows in front

of Austin!"

"I hope it's not a shock."

Hanging up the phone, Suny looked at Austin who was walking towards her and smiled coolly, "Good

morning, Mr. Johnson, sorry to take your time."

She said, handing over the divorce papers in her hand, "I know you don't believe me, here, it's exactly

the same as the last one, sign it, and when the Civil Affairs Bureau opens, do the paperwork and you'll

be rid of me for good."

Austin said, expressionless, "Are you serious?"

Suny looked at him and didn't say anything, and after a long time, she suddenly laughed, "Austin, what

I said to you was never a trick."

Only, he never believed it.

Austin disliked Suny looking at himself like this, she hadn't been like this to him before.

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Since she wanted a divorce, it was a good idea to divorce and save him the trouble later.

At that moment, Suny heard her heart break.

When he asked, "Are you serious?", she was expecting him to say no, but all he said was, "The door is

open".

Gathering her smile, Suny turned and walked straight into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

There were many people who got married, but they were the only two who came to divorce so early.

But Suny was really not dressed like she was divorced today, so much so that the staff inside looked at

them with a suspicious expression just as the two sat down, "Peaceful divorce?"

"Right."

She said, shoving the information she had prepared long ago inside the window.

The divorce was quicker than the marriage, the agreement had already been signed, but they were just

waiting for the Civil Affairs Bureau to stamp an official seal.

It was only five minutes before the two of them emerged from inside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Austin walked ahead, he hadn't looked at her since he got the divorce papers.

Suny paused and looked at his fading figure, her heart turning over with difficulty.

A Maserati suddenly stopped at the roadside. The luxury car was so eye-catching that Suny's

sentimentality was dispersed a lot, and her eyes could not help but fall on the luxury car.

The door of the Maserati was pushed open and the man with sunglasses got out of the car.

Suny only felt him familiar, and before she could react, the man called out to her, "Suny."

It was Kevin Murray, the actor who became a hit last year with a costume web drama.

Kevin was tall and long-legged, and in a few steps he was in front of her, "Congratulations on regaining

your freedom and new life, Alicia asked me to come and pick you up."

Suny only felt a headache: "Alicia is crazy, you're crazy too, didn't you just finish the roadshow for your

new movie? Are you afraid you won't have enough scandals?"

"Suny, don't be angry, Alicia said, you just divorced Austin, the Johnson family will probably release the

news of your divorce soon, so we have to occupy a favorable public opinion position first, lest you

become an abandoned wife of a luxurious family later!"

Kevin looked righteous and indignant, and Suny was so amused, "Then I really thank you guys!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a swarm of paparazzi poured out.

Kevin was quick to react and shielded her in his arms, but he did so too perfunctorily, revealing Suny's

face.

Some one pushed her, and Suny crashed into Kevin's arms.

Kevin was such a popular idol of thousands of girls, and his face was so handsome that Suny's heart

thump twice.

She and Austin hadn't had such an intimate embrace in their three years of marriage, and Kevin

hugged her like this, the faint smell of his specially blended perfume a constant reminder of his

presence.

Suny's face was so hot that she wanted to get out of his arms, but Kevin encircled her head with one

hand. She was covered in his arms, her ears were filled with the methodical sound of the man's

heartbeat, and outside were the persistent questions and photos of the paparazzi. She was drugged

forwarded by Kevin.

In the black car, Austin looked at the scene outside the car window, his dark eyes not turning for a long

time.

The secretary Ivan in the front seat called out hesitantly, "Mr. Johnson, do you want to help Miss

Holland?"

Just as Ivan finished speaking, Austin withdrew his gaze and gave him a cold look, "You like to meddle

so much?"

Ivan shuddered, "No, Mr. Johnson."

Ivan was at a loss for words, so he had to hastily ask the driver to drive, "Drive."

Ivan felt that Austin's face seemed to have sunk.

His wife, no, his ex-wife, had just divorced him less than ten minutes ago, and she was with another

man at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, would this not make people think that he was divorced

because he was a cuckold?

"Stop the car!"

Austin did not like to be cuckolded, and even less so when rumours were spread that he was

cuckolded.

"Bring her here!"

Ivan was startled for a moment and thought he had heard wrong, but when he turned around and saw

the man in the back seat of the car with a sullen gaze, he hurriedly pushed open the car door and got

out, walking towards the two people surrounded by reporters.