From Humiliated Wife To The Rival’s Most Cherished Bride

A strange fragrance suddenly entered her nose. Zariah opened her eyes, instinctively wanted to thank him, but met Denzel’s deep eyes.

His temple had been cut by the rim of the bowl, a clear streak of blood showing.

At that moment, drops of blood moved down along his face, falling onto her collar, burning.

The man, after hitting someone, still wanted to keep causing trouble. Denzel’s eyes turned cold and hard, reaching out to grab his wrist.

“Denzel, stop!”

A soft voice sounded. Allison quickly ran over, pulling Denzel’s arm.

“He is my younger brother, Oswald. What just happened was not intentional; he only had a stomach issue and felt uncomfortable. His temper became a bit rushed.”

Denzel’s hand holding Oswald’s wrist suddenly loosened.

He even unconsciously stepped a little closer to Allison, standing in front of her and Oswald.

That movement had been natural and familiar, like it had been done many times before.

Zariah froze; the blood in her whole body seemed to grow cold.

She recalled that in the first year of their marriage, Denzel brought her to meet his friends. When she was being targeted, he frowned and said, “Why do they not trouble others, only you? Look at yourself first.”

But now… in front of Allison, he had instinctively protected her.

Zariah’s heart ached a little, and she suddenly understood.

The person Denzel wanted to guard had never been her.

The ones he wanted to protect were Allison and her younger brother.

Before she could speak, Allison had already wiped her tears and walked over, reaching out to hold her hand.

“Miss Ambrose, sorry. My younger brother really does not mean it. Can you forgive him this time, okay? We cover the hospital costs, and we also compensate for the shop losses.”

When Zariah showed no reaction, Allison’s hand stayed hanging in the air.

Denzel walked closer. His voice held some pressure, with a bit of softness she had never heard before.

“Allison wants to eat pierogi, so we come here. We do not expect to run into this. Since she already says sorry, and her younger brother does not mean it, maybe it really is the pierogi’s issue. Be understanding, don’t pursue it.”

Understanding.

These two words were like a blunt knife, slowly stabbing Zariah’s heart again and again.

For three years, she had heard these words from Denzel many times, yet she had never been the one understood.

If he truly cared, he would never let others keep bullying her again and again.

Staring at Allison, who was guarded behind Denzel, crying softly like flowers in the rain. Her lips slowly lifted into a faint smile.

She opened her mouth a little and said calmly, “Alright.”

Denzel was stunned for a second, clearly not expecting her to agree so quickly.

She paid no attention to him and instead looked straight at him.

“I can stop pursuing this, and I can be tolerant, but I have one condition.”

“Denzel, we're divorcing.”

Denzel heard her, and the impatience on his face disappeared. He froze in place.

It looked like he had never imagined separating from Zariah at all.

Allison had just opened her mouth when a surprised voice suddenly rose from the crowd.

“Wait, isn’t she Allison from the late-night show? And that man, isn’t he the husband she just talked about on the live broadcast?”

The crowd suddenly became noisy.

Some people recognized Denzel. Some pointed at Zariah and whispered.

“Then who is this woman? She just called Mr. Lopez her husband. What is happening?”

“Could it be one of them is the mistress?”

The questioning voices grew louder and louder. Someone directly shouted, “Stop talking, if you can, take out the marriage certificate! Who is real, we will know at once!”

Allison’s face turned pale right away. She instinctively held Denzel’s arm tightly.

Zariah also looked at Denzel. She wanted to know what he would choose.

In the next moment, Denzel took out a small book from his pocket and raised it high.

“Stop arguing, this is the marriage certificate.”