A Farewell After Being Reborn

The timeline of events, the angle of the photos, the timing of the netizen’s discovery of the wine bottle, and Mimosa’s feminist statement all seemed to be too perfect to be explained by

coincidence.

Sage was fast asleep on the bed when Ian walked into the bedroom. There was half a glass of water on the nightstand, and her phone lay next to her pillow.

Her face was flushed, and she didn’t seem to be sleeping very well. Her brows were knitted together, and she still smelled faintly of alcohol.

His frustration boiled over as he looked at the state of her and recalled her actions earlier that evening. He yanked Sage out of bed and demanded, “Get up! Stop pretending to be asleep!”

Sage opened her eyes grogily, her gaze unfocused and confused. Her lips puckered, and tears. streamed down her cheeks as she stared blankly at Ian’s stern expression for a moment. “W- Why are you so mean to me even in my dreams? You’re such a jerk, Ian! You’re a big jerk…”

Then, she buried her head in the pillow and wept, her shoulders heaving with sobs.

Ian was flabbergasted. He pulled her up and gripped her chin with one hand. “Are you pretending to be drunk right now?” There was no way she could be this drunk if she had managed to plan all of that in such a short period!

At that moment, her tears streamed down her cheeks and soaked her hair as she tilted her head back. Her nose wrinkled, and her gaze remained unfocused. Ian couldn’t tell if she was drunk or not. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“How much did you drink?” He had a lot of questions, yet this trivial one slipped out of his

mouth.

“Four bottles.” Sage blinked and raised her palm weakly. “Wait…” she mumbled as she. one of her fingers down before raising her hand again triumphantly. “This is four!”

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It was Ian’s first time seeing Sage drunk. She was so silly. She could still count the number of fingers she was holding up, so she probably wasn’t drunk. However, her behavior was unbelievably childish for someone sober.

Even though tears were clinging to her lashes, she looked extremely proud of herself, as if she had forgotten how upset she had been just moments ago.

Four bottles was a lot. Even someone who could handle their drink wouldn’t be able to finish that much in one sitting. But here she was, risking her well–being for Mimosa.

“Why did you drink that much?” he inquired, arching his brow.

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Sage lifted her gaze, her eyes glazing over as if she remembered something unpleasant. The glint in her eyes disappeared, and she shrugged his hand off in annoyance.

“Because I wanted to! I’m free to do whatever I want!” she yelled, sprawling out on the bed.

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His temper flared at her response. “Sage Joyner, did you plan this? I can’t believe would bring Priscilla to the party and get yourself drunk just for the cameras!”

Her eyes misted over, and she curled up into a ball after hearing his accusations. “I’m not upset at all. He can chase after whoever he wants… I didn’t lose anything. I wouldn’t allow that to happen…”

Her words made him frown. Instinctively, he said, “It was an emergency, I just ”

“Ian Holcomb, you big fat jerk!” she suddenly yelled. “Just you wait, I’ll use your money to hire a handful of studs to keep me company after I divorce you!”