After Divorce, I Became a Mindreader

After Divorce, I Became a MindreaderChapter 1 Suddenly I Hear His Mind

The entire upper class knew that Victor Gilmore, the most eligible bachelor was infatuated with Rosemarie and he couldn't care less if he became the third wheel. The day Rosemarie went abroad for a homeless painter, Victor had a hangover into the wee hours of the morning and drank until himself to death. But then he started chasing me like crazy, sending flowers and diamond rings.

He spent tens of thousands of dollars to make me in a painting and gave it to me to propose to me.

They said Victor was crazy. They say I'm just a substitute. Well, I do look a lot like Rosemarie, but I don’t mind. To tell the truth, I’m loving it because he's the man I’ve been in love with for ten years.

Too bad that Rosemarie's back. I had to pack my bags and leave. I was lucky that Victor was generous enough to give me half of the estate.

My heart tingled as I watched him coldly hand me the divorce papers. I picked up my felt-tip pen with a shudder when I suddenly heard his voice.

“Damn it! It's only seven days away. Why would Rosemarie back? But if she doesn't want a divorce, we can still be together, right? Come on, Anne. Look at me and say that say you don't want a divorce.”

I looked up at him and surprised. He still had the same uninviting look on his face. Even he looked at me with a very cold look. I laughed at myself. I was so madly in love that I was hallucinating.

Three years of marriage, he had not even touched me once. He showed me cold face all day long. My mother once told me that a man who you couldn't hold on to his heart was like falling into a quicksand, the more you tried to get out of it, the more you sank.

I steady my mind and gripped back the pen.

"Shit! She's going to sign it. What am I going to do? Please look at me, Anne. I'm wearing your favorite blue suit today, don't I look handsome? Aren't you going to take pity on me?"

I threw the pen in annoyance. It fell two meters away after bouncing twice. I looked up at Victor and stared at his mouth. The familiar voice sounded again.

“Wow! Sick move. Wait, she threw off the pen, does that mean she still has feelings for me? I knew putting on this blue suit would bring me luck.”

This time I'm sure. I'm not crazy. I was sure I wasn't crazy this time. I've been watching Victor the whole time. His lips didn't move a bit. I was hearing his thoughts.