Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 334

"Where did you spend the night?" Cecilia asked Owen, trying to grasp at straws.

Like Stefan, Owen owned a ton of properties. He usually picked the one closest to his company for convenience.

The place wasn't too far from the city hall.

"I was at home. I had to tell my grandpa about the divorce," Owen said.

Owen had hoped his grandpa would step in to stop their divorce. But to his surprise, despite having insisted on him getting married, Grandpa just looked at him with an obvious disapproval when he announced the divorce.

Maybe it's because he failed to keep Cecilia.

Owen felt devastated; even his grandpa didn't have his back.

"Owen, are you doing this on purpose? It's an hour's drive from your house to the city hall. You, on the other hand, rode a bike. By the time you got there, the city hall was closed."

Riding a bike would take up more time.

Cecilia didn't understand why these wealthy people liked to live in the suburbs.

The Martinez family lived in a huge mansion located in the suburbs, which was too far from the city.

She had no say in where they wanted to live, but right now, she felt so annoyed.

"Everyone in the city knows my license plate. Do you want us to divorce in a high-profile manner? If you don't mind, I can go to the city hall with all guns blazing. We'll be the talk of the town tomorrow," Owen said.

Cecilia was stunned for a while.

"Check if there are any restaurants or coffee shops near the city hall. Have something to eat. I left early in the morning and rode for so long. I'm tired, hungry, and thirsty. I need to find a place to eat."

Cecilia was speechless.

The city hall was probably closed when he got there by bike because of the long distance. By the time they had something to eat, it would be dark.

He must be doing this on purpose. But what could she do?

Ride her electric scooter to pick him up?

Her electric scooter wouldn't last the round trip, not to mention the time wasted.

Cecilia hung up the phone, completely pissed off.

Frustrated, Cecilia needed someone to vent to, and the only person she could turn to was Lucinda.

Lucinda had already started her work. As a low-level employee, she had to sneak into the bathroom to answer the phone.

Crouched in the last stall of the bathroom, Lucinda couldn't help but laugh after hearing her friend's rant. "So what are you going to do? Wait for him to get to the city hall. It'll be dark by then. How are you going to get a divorce?"

"He's so annoying. I was right to call him Mr. Malicious."

After venting her anger on Owen over the phone, she turned to Lucinda. "Lucinda, can you contact your husband? I need him to help me find out where Owen is hiding. I'll ask my brother to drive me there."

"Of course, if it's about giving Owen a hard time, Stefan would be more than happy to help. Are you sure you want a divorce?"

"I'm sure. I didn't want to marry him in the first place. He didn't marry me out of love, and I didn't marry him because I wanted to. It's like a forcefully plucked melon. Even if you let it ripen, it doesn't have the sweet taste of naturally ripened ones."

Lucinda understood Cecilia's doubts. Cecilia had said that if Owen could win her heart again and make her fall in love with him, she would remarry him.

This would be out of true love, not out of obligation, with no contracts and no problems solved with money.