A Farewell After Being Reborn

“Ian Holcomb? Seriously, don’t you ever get tired of this?” Sage asked.

Ian raised his head, his frown deepening. “Are you seriously picking a fight first thing in the morning?”

Sage ignored him and got out of bed. “From now on, don’t sleep in this room. I’m not interested in acting like a normal couple with you.”

“Do you think I wanted to sleep here?” Ian sat up urgently. “Remind me, who was it that messed up my clothes last night? Who was it that insisted on me paying them back with my body?”

“You’re not going to give it back to me, huh? Fine, then let’s settle it with your body!”

Her cheeks burned as she remembered that line from the night before. She must’ve been watching too many corny videos lately to come up with such a cringe–worthy line.

“I was wasted. I don’t remember a thing.” Sage tried to maintain her composure. “None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t woken me up in the middle of the night!”

sn’t it obvious why I woke you up?” he asked coldly.

Sage figured that he had seen the trending topics last night and wanted to confront her about

1. it.

“I’m guessing you’re also the one who leaked the news of our marital crisis, huh? I can’t believe you’re doing all these things just to rake in some cash for Mimosa,” Ian scoffed.

Even though she hadn’t leaked anything, she indirectly confirmed the rumors by playing along. So, his accusations weren’t entirely unjustified.

Sage taunted, “Why does it sound like you’re not too happy about this? Why? Are you having second thoughts about us getting divorced?”

He shot her a cold look. “Do you even hear yourself? I just can’t stand how you’re milking your status as my wife for all it’s worth.” Ian then stormed off to the bathroom.

Even though she was well aware that this would happen, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed. It was just like last night all over again.

He had nonchalantly claimed that Ivy had nothing to do with him, and she had foolishly clung to a sliver of hope because of his words. Yet, he shattered it in the blink of an eye.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang. Sage picked it up and noticed it was Priscilla calling. When she answered it, Priscilla’s shrill voice pierced the air.

“Sage, are you okay?”

Sage massaged her temples. “I’m okay. I just have a hangover. Guess I’m not cut out to be an alcoholic.”

Priscilla chuckled. “I called to let you know that Mimosa’s sales are through the roof. We have a huge online presence now, and we’re swamped by businesses eager to collaborate with us. “Seriously?” This was great news.

The internet was filled with nothing but mockery and netizens who were eager to hear about her “drunken escapade” before she went to bed last night.

Sure, she had deliberately drawn attention to the wine bottle in her hand as part of her plan, but plans were just that–no one could guarantee how things would ultimately turn out.

Sage felt elated when she heard that. Eager to see the results, she asked, “Are you at Mimosa? I’ll come find you.

“Sure.”

Sage noticed several unread messages after hanging up the phone. Some were from Tiana, and others were from her Aunt Susan, all asking about last night. She hastily replied to them.

She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs after washing up in the bathroom next door and freshening up the vanity. Ian was already dressed and seated at the dining table when she got downstairs. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Mrs. Holcomb, you’re up! How… are you feeling?” Wanda asked, looking at her with concern.

Sage assumed she was referring to her drunken state from the night before. “I’m alright now,

don’t worry.”

“That’s good to hear. I’ve made some chicken soup for you and Mr. Holcomb. You should have an extra serving, Mrs. Holcomb. After all, women always get the short end of the stick in these situations,” Wanda said.

Sage was dumbfounded.