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My Killing President novel Chapter 4

This abrupt question dimmed the atmosphere immediately. Annabelle was caught off guard, but she continued to enjoy the food without even really thinking about the question.

“So what if that happens? We are divorced.” Annabelle said slowly and with little emotion. So what if they crossed path. She was a completely different person from what she was just two years ago.

“Umm…You aren’t wrong, but you aren’t worried at all?”

Annabelle thought about it, and then spoke to Dorie, “I would be lying if I say it didn’t cross my mind. However, it’s been over 2 years! I believe he has no recollection whatsoever.”

Moreover, it was a sham marriage. A marriage without love or even physical attraction. There would be no way he could have even thought about it!

Also, with Alistair’s “exceptional” personality, he would only bother himself with attractive ladies. Thinking back on how she once looked, he undoubtedly believed she was some hideous monster, like that stupid clown in the movie IT.

“Well,” Dorie twisted and twiddled the legs from the spicy crab, and greedily sucked on them. “The 2 years ago you, ya I think he won’t care. But, now...” Dorie squinted her eyes cheekily, “If he could see how you look now, I dare say he wouldn’t have allowed the divorce!”

“HA! What’s done is done!”

In the past 2 years, Annabelle hadn’t even thought of getting back with him.

“Speaking of which,” Dorie asked curiously, while continuing to feast greedily on her delicious food, “Annabelle, you acted so weird. You were willing to go through such lengths to change your appearance for an entire year! What more, Alistair was and is one of the top dogs in this city! I can only imagine how many women dreamt of being with him. Yet you did everything possible to get rid of him. You gave up such a stable life.”

“Ha! Because I was a smart girl! I’ll take crazy over stable any day.” Annabelle responded proudly like a peening peacock.

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