Love after Divorce novel (Violet Elliott) novel Chapter 2

Violet was helping out in the kitchen of Tasty Interlude Bakery when she got the call from Harry.

Yes.

She had two identities.

Under the pseudonym "Helena", she worked as a make-up artist.

And as the ugly wife of the Johnson Family, she was also a pastry chef.

Tasty Interlude Bakery was located just downstairs of her styling studio. No one knew her secret except for a few people who were close to her.

"Miss Elliott, Mr. Johnson is back home. Please wait for him at the villa tonight."

"Okay, Harry."

It seemed that Louis was going to talk to her about divorce tonight!

Violet hung up the phone, and her pretty eyes flashed with light.

When the divorce talk was over, she can regain her freedom!

Then she can live with her little cutie above board!

Thinking of this, she noticed there was a video call request on her phone. Glancing at it, Violet was all smiles.

Clicked on it. A small and pink face showed on the screen.

"Mommy."

"Erin."

"What is Mommy doing? Are you making a delicious cake again?"

"Yes, do you want to eat?"

"Mmm! Mommy, Erin is drooling!"

"..."

This was her daughter.

Four years ago, she was working in a hotel. One day. she drank too much, went to the wrong room and slept with a stranger.

Panicked and ashamed. She fled the room without having a good look at the man's face.

Three months later, she was careless enough that just realized she was pregnant.

The doctor said that her uterine wall was naturally weak and if she had an abortion, it might be difficult for her to get pregnant again.

And she, too, did not want to abort the fetus in her belly.

At that time, she was just in her freshman year of college. However, she had to pretend to be sick and take a long break from school to give birth to her daughter secretly with the help of her bosom friend.

It should be twins, but one of them died after birth ...

"Mommy, Mommy!"

The video came with the sound of the little girl who was calling out.

Violet came back to herself and laughed, "Okay, listen to Josie and don't be naughty."

The little girl was out on a trip with her bosom friend.

Because she married Louis, her daughter had to be raised by her bosom friend Josie Scott.

So, she must get a divorce as soon as possible.

In this way, she can bring up her daughter by herself honorably!

...

The night came as expected.

In Lyonhall Villa.

Louis looked at Violet who was sitting quietly in the living room waiting for him. Unbuttoned his collar, he sat down opposite her.

She was still in that bumpkin outfit.

Wore two braids and a black rimmed glasses.

Her skin was dull and swarthy, with a few freckles faintly visible under her eyelids.

In summer, she was still wearing unseasonable long-sleeved shirt and pants ...

Violet was looking at Louis as he looked over.

His customized suit made him look charming and outstanding.

The aura around him was powerful, permeated with majesty of the superior. No one dared to be impetuous in front of him.

She still remembered the first time when she saw him.

A year ago, he had just been in a car accident. Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked at her with disgust by his cold and arrogant eyes.

He said, "The doctor said I'll probably be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, and my sexual function is ruined. Are you sure you want to marry me?"

At that time, she was not qualified to say no for some reason.

"Yes, I'll marry you."