| The Divorce Prescription | 
Chapter 1
The other woman was a college student. Today was Adam's birthday Celine had spent the whole day preparing a special dinner for him.
Attached was a photo no face, just leg - The woman wore pulled-dup white socks with black round-toed shoes. She pulled up her blue-and-white skirt just enough to reveal her long flawless legs. Her fair knees were visible reddened from the fall. The youthful vibrancy of her figure, paired with her coy words, carried an air of forbidden allure. Rumor had it that wealthy businessmen tend to favor this type when choosing a lover. Celine grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles tunned white. Soon another message come. Mr. Alvarez, meet me at Elysian Hotel tonight, I want to celebrate your birthday.
Grabbing her handbag, Celine headed straight for Elysian Hotel. She had to see this woman with her own eyes.
When Celine arrived at the hotel, she was ready to storm in but before she could, she spotted her parents, Hayden Tate and Lucy Garcia, Shocked, she approached them. Dad, Mom, what are you doing here? The two froze for a moment before exchanging glances. Their eyes flickered as they said, Oh, Celine, your sister is back from abroad. We came here to drop her off.
Carly Tate?
Carly had always been a stunner, hailed as Mercity's "Scarlet Rose". Her legs, in particular, ware the stuff of legends. They were the most beautiful in all of Mercity. Men practically worshiped her, Now, the famous legs had ensnared Adam.
Celine almost laughed at the absurdity of it. She turned to be parents. So I'm the last to find out? Hayden's twisted awkwardly. Celine, Mr. Alvarez never liked you. Lucy chimed in Exactly, Do you know how many women in Mercity would kill to be with him? Better your sister than some stranger. Upon hearing that, Celine clenched her fists. I'm your daughter too! With that, she span on her heels to leave Just then, Lucy's voice rang out behind her. Celine, tell me something Has Mr. Alvarez ever to touched you? Celine froze mid step Hayden said sharply, Don't act like we owe you anything, back then, Mr. Alvarez and Carly were the IT couple in everyone's eyes. We only asked you to marry him on Carly's behalf after he fell into coma from the car accident. Lucy gave Celine a disdainful once-over. "Look at yourself, Celine, Three years as a housewife, running around after your husband. Meanwhile, Carly is a lead ballerina now- a true swan. You? You're just a frumpy little duckling. Be reasonable and give Mr. Alvarez back to Carly." Those words felt like a life to Celine's heart. She blinked back her tears and tuned to walk away.
By the time Celine returned to the villa, it was already dark she had given the housekeeper, Sofia Dotson, the day off. The house was empty, with no lights on, leaving it cold and desolate. Celine sat alone at the dining table in the darkness. The table was set with a feast, but the food had long gone cold. Her homemade cake sat untouched, with the words "Happy Birthday, Honey" scrawled across it. Celine stared at it, her eyes stinging. It all felt like a cruel joke, just like her life.
Celine lit the candles on the cake with a flick of the lighter. The dim glow flickered, casting her reflection in the mirror in front of her. She looked at herself - the housewife in her dull black-and-white dress. She was lifeless, boring, and unremarkable.
Meanwhile, Carly had flourished into a lead ballerina. She was young, vibrant, and beautiful.
Celine was the ugly duckling, while Carly was the swan.
Just then, headlights pierced the night as Adams Rolls Royce Phantom sped up the driveway and parked on the driveway. Celine's heart skipped a beat. He was back. She had thought he wouldn't return home tonight.
Soon, the villas front door swing open. A tall, handsome figure stepped into view, bringing with him the chill of the night air. Adam was home. The Alvarez family had long been royalty in Mercity. Adam, the heir to the Alvarez family, had been a business prodigy since childhood.
Adam strode in with his long legs. His voice was low and pleasant but distant. Why didn't you turn on the lights? with a flick of his hand, he turned on the wall light. The harsh light made Celine squint. When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Adam. He was wearing a hand tailored black suit, every inch the picture of perfection. His perfect proportions and regal air made him the object of desire for many women.
Celine glanced at him. Its your birthday. Adam's face was a mask of Indifference. His eyes lazily swept over the table. Don't waste your time, I don't celebrate birthdays. Celine sneered and asked. You don't celebrate birthdays, or you just don't want to celebrate it with me? Adam barely spared her a glance, as if he didn't want to waste time on her. Think whatever you want Without another word, he turned and started toward the stairs. This had always been their dynamic.
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