"Don't talk nonsense. I'll book a ticket to France tomorrow and accompany you. It's been a long time since I visited the Renault family. I miss the Renault family's vineyard." Hans smiled slightly as he looked at her. "Remember the first time we met? You were hiding from language class and secretly eating grapes in the garden. You were so cute then."
Violette looked at him, her eyes closed as memories of their childhood flooded her mind. She first met Hans during the Lombardi family's first visit to the Renault family to discuss their engagement.
"You were crying because you wanted the grapes on the high branch, but you couldn't reach them because you were too short. You ran up to me and asked me to get the grapes for you." Hans continued his sentence nostalgically.
From that moment on, fate intertwined between them. They grew up together and eventually got married.
Violette believed that she was the only woman in Hans's life until Irene appeared and slapped her with the cruel reality. Violette closed her eyes, erasing the memory from her mind.
At that moment, her phone rang. She glanced at it and saw a message notification from Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith: Ma'am, the divorce was approved earlier today. I will send the documents to you.
Violette smiled, looking pleased and happy. Hans glanced at her and tried to peek at Violette's phone.
"Did you receive some good news today?"
Violette immediately closed her phone screen and smiled as if nothing had happened.
"Yes. I just received happy news—one of my friends finally divorced her husband."
"Your friend got divorced, but why are you happy?"
“Because my friend has suffered so much. Her husband cheated on her and even had a child with his mistress. Do you think a man like that should be left?” Violette looked at Hans meaningfully.
Hans chuckled and replied, “Not only left, but also destroyed. They are a disgrace to all men.”
Violette sneered inwardly, but in front of Hans, she only smiled and looked ahead.
Because soon, Hans will realize that the friend she was talking about was none other than herself.
But tomorrow he's going to accompany her back to her hometown. Violette smiled slightly; she wouldn't let him succeed.
She sent the recorded conversation to Irene: "You're just a mistress after all. See? Tomorrow he's coming back to my hometown with me to meet my parents."
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