The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 119

Chapter 11

Angelo arrived at Radren late at night.

He didn’t go to the hotel, but drove straight to Starlight Law Firm. But when he arrived, the building was

already dark, he stood outside, looking up at the dark windows, as if he could catch a glimpse of her.

These two names kept intertwining in his mind, like a dull knife slowly cutting through his sanity.

He called up his old classmate from Radren Bar Association, his voice hoarse, “Help me look up Prissie’s

real identity.”

The other person exclaimed in surprise, “Don’t you know? Prissie is Priscilla, she suddenly disappeared three

years ago for some reason, and now she’s back…wait, Priscilla…isn’t she your wife?!”

The voice on the phone sounded confused and shocked, and Angelo’s fingers almost crushed the phone.

Originally, everyone knew that he was the only one kept in the dark.

Back at the hotel, Angelo sat on the edge of the bed, with a splitting headache.

He scrolled through the few Priscilla photos in his phone – mostly her standing quietly in a corner, or her

back while cooking. He had never taken a serious photo of her face, just like he had never really understood

her.

Memories came flooding back like a tide-

She used to browse through legal books in his study, with pages marked with “Prissie,” but he just frowned

and thought she was “just looking around.”

When she analyzed Miley’s divorce case, she was surprisingly organized, while he just thought she was

talking casually.

She even casually mentioned during a dinner, “I’ve handled similar cases before…”

And he didn’t listen at all.

She never deliberately hid it, he just never cared.

He suddenly got a bit angry, angry at Priscilla’s silence, angry at his own ignorance.

Angelo suddenly smashed his phone against the wall, the sound of the screen shattering was especially loud

in the quiet room.

The next day, Radren Circuit Courts of Appeals.

Priscilla just finished a trial, walking out of the courtroom with steady steps.

She was wearing a sharp black suit, hair pulled up high, eyes sharp as a knife, completely different from the gentle “Mrs. Haley” of the past three years.

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“Priscilla!”

A familiar voice came from behind. She paused for a moment, but didn’t look back.

Angelo caught up with her in big strides, grabbed her wrist so hard that she frowned slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Prissie?” his voice was hoarse, with suppressed anger.

Priscilla slowly turned around, looked at him calmly, and a hint of a smirk appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Mr. Haley, we’ve been married for three years, have you ever cared? You’ve always ignored me, never once asked me directly, and now you’re questioning me about why I kept it from you?”

Angelo hesitated for a moment.

Her eyes were so cold, like she was looking at a stranger.

The courthouse hallway was bustling with people, and many lawyers and reporters had already noticed their

confrontation, quietly stopping to watch.

Priscilla gently pulled back her hand, adjusted her sleeve, and spoke in a casual tone.

“Mr. Haley, please have some self–respect. Right now we are just colleagues, but in the future we might be

competitors.”

She raised her eyes slightly, her gaze as cold as ice.

“The next time we meet, it will only be in court.”

After saying that, she turned around and left, her back straight like a pine tree, without a hint of nostalgia.

Angelo stood there, clenching and releasing his fingers.

They were clearly a couple!

He never thought that one day they would become strangers, even “rivals.”

But then the divorce certificate suddenly appeared in front of him, stopping his steps from catching up.

Back at the hotel, Angelo slumped onto the floor exhausted, his phone buzzing like crazy.

Miley sent me over twenty messages, and the last one was a voice message. When I opened it, I heard her

voice with a sob.

“Angelo, I went to look for you, you weren’t there… Did you go to find her? You clearly said… you don’t love

her at all…”

Angelo closed his eyes and, for some reason, hearing Miley cry just made him more irritated, so he just

turned off his phone.

He walked to the window, overlooking the night view of Radren, and suddenly remembered three years ago.

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At that time, Priscilla had just married him and asked cautiously, “Do you like Radren? I grew up here

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