Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 64: Zenia Yates Trying on the Wedding Dress

"Hmm."

After seeing off Oliver Turner, Faye Townsend leaned slightly against the door with her head bowed, her hand lightly covering her restless heart.

She must forget those unhappy past experiences.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to move on with her life.

After all, she has already divorced Hunter Warren; everything from the past should just be kicked away. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Only in this way can she start anew.

She took a deep breath and then went into the bedroom to change clothes.

After tidying up a bit, she took her passport and some documents to apply for a study abroad visa.

Henry Sullivan’s car had been hit and was still being repaired in the workshop.

She had no choice but to take a taxi to the Swiss embassy.

When she came out of the embassy, she could only hear her stomach rumbling.

It wasn’t far from here to a barbecue restaurant she used to love.

She took a taxi there directly to eat barbecue.

After getting off at the head of the pedestrian street, she slowly strolled inside.

This pedestrian street was considered a mid-to-high-end shopping street.

She used to come here often to shop when she was in a bad mood.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t been here for quite some time.

Walking to the entrance of the picturesque bridal shop, she looked inside through the glass.

The wedding dress she wore at her wedding was ordered from this shop.

At that time, her father wanted to hire a designer from Paris to specially design a wedding dress for her.

But she took a fancy to the wedding dress from this shop instead.

Because the name of that wedding dress was just perfect, "Eternal Love."

But now that she thought about it, it was really laughable.

No matter how good the name of the wedding dress was, what was the use? Her love still ended abruptly after a year.

She shook her head with a self-deprecating smile, just about to turn away when she saw the curtain of the fitting room to the right drawn back.

The woman standing there in a white wedding dress was none other than Zenia Yates.

Looking around, she didn’t see Hunter Warren’s figure anywhere.

It’s surprising that Zenia came to try on wedding dresses by herself.

Shouldn’t she be inseparably sweet with Hunter right now?

Seeing Zenia shyly looking at her reflection in the mirror and chatting with the staff from time to time.

Faye really wanted to go up and slap her twice.

But after hesitating for a moment, she turned around and left.

The priority now is to fill her stomach.

She was in no mood to confront the mistress on an empty stomach.

The barbecue restaurant is diagonally across from the bridal shop.

Faye walked in, ordered two servings of beef, and sat by the window.

She put on her headphones, eating while listening to English audio.

If she wanted to live beautifully, she must put in more effort.

Looking back now, she somewhat regretted giving up the opportunity to study abroad for Hunter Warren after high school graduation.

If she had gone abroad at that time, perhaps this relationship would not have gone deeper and further.

Sometimes, choices really do matter.

Her appetite had inexplicably increased recently.

Without any so-called morning sickness, her appetite was great, wanting to eat anything she saw.

Halfway through eating, she felt someone standing by the table, and turned her head to see Zenia already changed into her clothes.

She looked at Faye with her usual pitiful eyes.

"Faye, are you by yourself?"

Faye kept chewing the meat in her mouth and slapped the chopsticks on the table, leaning back and looking at her.

Zenia sat down opposite her: "I saw you passing by when I was trying on the wedding dress just now.

I guessed you might be here.

You had brought me here to eat before.

You said you love the barbecue at this place the most."

Faye snorted disdainfully.

Zenia sat down opposite her: "It’s been a while since we sat face to face like this, right?"

She picked up the chopsticks, lifted meat off the grill, and placed it on Faye’s plate.

"Let me grill for you," Zenia said, her eyes already moist.

Faye raised her brows, suppressing the anger in her heart.

She also wanted to see what kind of Cinderella act Zenia was going to put on today.

"Faye, you know, my family’s conditions aren’t as good as yours.

From the day I met you, I’ve been particularly envious of you.

You’re beautiful, have a good family background, a great personality, and a man deeply in love with you since childhood.

You told me your dream was to sweep a man off his feet.

Back then, you were only eighteen, a freshman in college.

I admired you extraordinarily, thinking you were indeed a very courageous girl.

Since then, I loved to follow in your footsteps, loved to imitate you.

You know, others called me Faye’s little follower.

You even fought with others because of that nickname.

But I was never angry because I liked that title.

To me, being your follower was also an honor.

Faye, I have always been proud to be your friend, did you know?"

Faye scoffed coldly, arms crossed, looking at her, the sarcastic smile on her lips stretching to her ears.

Tsk-tsk, such a performance, she almost didn’t have the heart to interrupt.