She Became Rich After Divorce (Cheyenne and Kelvin) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Talk Bad About You

The man didn't refute Cheyenne's words, only staring at her with cold eyes.

"I'll pack my things and leave right away. If you don't trust me, you can watch me to make sure I don't take anything that belongs to you," Cheyenne said as she gathered up the train of her dress and walked up the stairs.

Her figure was graceful and elegant. Her fair skin formed a sharp contrast to her black dress. Every step she took was poised, making Abbie jealous.

There was no denying that Cheyenne was beautiful from head to toe. Abbie had been with Kelvin since childhood, and countless women who wanted to get close to him had been secretly dealt with by her.

Only Cheyenne had successfully taken Mrs. Foley's place through old Mr. Foley's favoritism.

The position that Abbie had been striving for but never obtained for over a decade was easily taken by Cheyenne.

The fact that Kelvin's first woman wasn't her but Cheyenne felt like a thorn deeply embedded in Abbie's heart.

After a moment of silence, a glimmer of vicious light flashed in Abbie's eyes, but when she looked up again, she had put on a gentle and kind expression. "Kelvin, let me go help her."

"Suit yourself," he replied indifferently before leaving the hall.

Upstairs, looking at the room where she had lived for three years now made Cheyenne feel infinitely desolate inside.

Once upon a time, Cheyenne had hoped to marry Kelvin and become his wife. She had personally chosen the bed sheets and curtains in this bedroom, but unfortunately, he rarely came in.

"Click."

The closed door was pushed open from the outside, making a slight noise. Cheyenne turned around to see Abbie standing at the doorway with a gentle expression.

"Miss Lawrence, let me help you pack your things," Abbie said as she walked slowly towards her.

Help me pack up my things? Is she really that kind-hearted or is she just trying to mock me?

"No need, I don't have much stuff anyway. I don't want to trouble you, Miss Berry, since you're so important to Kelvin," Cheyenne replied.

She then opened the closet where there was a row of her clothes mostly in pink, white and blue colors while Kelvin only had one black suit for changing purposes.

In this sea of soft colors suddenly appeared a touch of black which surprisingly blended harmoniously with them - soft yet firm at the same time.

After pausing for a second or two in silence, Cheyenne began taking down her clothes from the shelf with her pale fingers accidentally touching his suit causing them to tremble slightly. Countless nights before, she slept holding onto this suit because it smelled of his scent which gave her peace of mind.

Abbie glanced at the closet and guessed the relationship between the two. A hint of joy appeared on her face as she sighed softly in Cheyenne's ear, "I never thought that after all these years, Kelvin still kept this suit."

She reached out and took the suit down, holding it in her arms and unfolding the sleeve. The small, inconspicuous word "Abbie" suddenly came into Cheyenne's view.

An icy coldness spread through her body, making her feel numb as if she was immersed in icy water.

Abbie was very satisfied with Cheyenne's reaction and smiled proudly. "This suit was a gift I gave to Kelvin on his 20th birthday. At that time he lied to me saying it didn't fit him well and had already thrown it away. But now..."

It turned out that he treasured it.

Cheyenne felt disgusted at the thought that the suit she used to comfort herself was bought by Abbie.