Chapter 1 Divorce Me For Him

"So... You two have been together for almost three months. Did she ever sleep with you? Not even just once?"

In the deluxe suite of a luxury hotel, a woman wrapped her arms around a man's neck with a smile.

"Why do you want to talk about her? All she has is money, nothing else," the man said with a sneer.

"Okay, okay..."

The two were so immersed in pleasure that neither of them noticed that someone was leaning against the door frame, watching them quietly. Finally, when the silent observer was bored, she spoke up. "I'd use protection if I were you."

The man and the woman on the bed were startled by the sudden sound of her voice. They quickly but awkwardly pulled away from each other.

Nathan Truman was so frightened that he fell down from the edge of the bed and raised his head in a panic. When he saw the source of the voice, all the color drained from his face. "Lyla!"

Lyla Moreno looked down at her newly manicured nails. She had chosen the color lilac, and they glittered under the lights dazzlingly.

When she looked at the man's livid face, Lyla wrinkled her nose in disgust. "She was with another man last night. And now, she's with you. Who knows how many men she has been sleeping with? You never know what STD she might be carrying."

Nathan staggered to his feet and ran up to Lyla. He wanted to reach for her hand, but on second thought, he decided against it. His hand stopped mid-air for he didn't dare to touch her.

"J-just listen to me, Lyla. I...I don't have any feelings for her! You're the one that I love, Lyla. You and you alone!"

Love?

Lyla burst into giggles, as though she had heard the funniest joke. Did he mean he loved her money?

He was just a gigolo she met in a club. How dare he be so brazen and talk about love?

Lyla glanced at Nathan and shook her head wryly. She had spent millions on this shameless guy. Why on earth did she choose him? She must've been out of her mind at the time.

She used to think Nathan was quite attractive, but now he was nearly unsightly to look at.

Without saying anything more, Lyla turned around to leave.

Nathan knew that as soon as she left, he would lose his cash cow and that his carefree days were over. He went after her without thinking. "Lyla! Lyla, you have to believe me. I wasn't thinking straight just now. I was—"

The bodyguards waiting at the door stopped Nathan from following Lyla into the elevator.

She stepped inside the elevator and pressed the button. The bodyguards didn't follow her in. She figured they must be teaching Nathan a lesson, which she thought was a good idea. After all, he wasn't even as loyal as a pet dog, and he deserved a good beating.

But she didn't ask the bodyguards to do that, so whose orders were they following?

The elevator took her to the ground floor. Lyla walked out of the hotel and saw a familiar black limo parked outside the gate.

Oh, it was him.

With a smile at the corners of her mouth, Lyla sauntered towards the car unhurriedly. When the driver saw her approach, he immediately opened the back door for her, and the light from the street lamp flooded into the backseat of the car.

A well-dressed man was sitting inside. His suit was perfectly tailored to his figure, without a wrinkle in sight.

His palms rested casually on his knees, and the gem cufflinks he was wearing glittered under the light. He looked noble but not ostentatious.

He was the eldest son and the heir to the Harvey family—Joshua Harvey.

Lyla sat next to him and smiled. "I'm sorry you had to see such a joke."

Joshua turned to face her, his eyes gentle, but his tone was as indifferent as ever. "Do you really want to divorce me for a guy like that?"