Became A Queen After divorce

Just as Pearl felt despair, she saw a familiar figure approaching against the light.

“Cheyenne~” she called softly, throwing herself into Cheyenne’s arms, her tears flowing even more freely.

“Pearl, are you hurt anywhere? Don’t cry, I’m here.”

In just a few days, the girl seemed to have lost more weight, making the curve of her protruding belly more noticeable.

How did a pregnant woman come here in the middle of the night?

Cheyenne suppressed her questions and patiently comforted her.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Kelvin arrived and saw his beloved wife holding Pearl and comforting her.

Jealous, Mr. Foley walked up and separated them without hesitation, even though the other person was a girl.

Because he had never enjoyed such tenderness himself!

“Alright Cheyenne, ask her what’s wrong first.”

Notice, he called her “sister-in-law.”

This term stunned both Cheyenne and Pearl-one was surprised, the other ashamed.

Pearl felt conflicted inside; she didn’t know how to respond to this term and smiled shyly.

Softly, she said, “But I’m not married to him…”

Kelvin admitted he was selfish. He hoped Pearl would give birth to the child for the sake of their past relationship.

Whether this would delay Pearl’s happiness was not his concern.

He only planned for the people he loved; others were irrelevant to him.

“It doesn’t matter. If he accepts you, we accept you. It’s just a ceremony away.”

Although she was almost a generation younger than him, Sam was still her brother.

Pearl was a simple girl who didn’t understand the complexities of human nature.

She was secretly happy, thinking Mr. Foley had acknowledged her existence.

But smart Cheyenne understood his intentions.

She frowned and glared at Kelvin, clearly angry.

It seemed she was blaming him for taking advantage of a young girl’s innocence.

Kelvin lowered his head in helplessness.

Feeling guilty, he didn’t dare meet Cheyenne’s eyes.

If he didn’t do this, that stubborn Sam would be left without an heir. From their conversation in the cell earlier, he could tell Sam liked children.

Cheyenne couldn’t scold him in front of everyone; she still had to save some face for Kelvin outside.

Her eyes signaled him: “Explain yourself when we get back! Hmph!”

Returning to the main topic, Cheyenne asked Pearl why she had come. It turned out she had a nightmare like Cheyenne.

But the dream was slightly different.

In Miss Pearl’s dream, Sam was sentenced to death in a country she had never been to.

She spent her entire life searching for him but never found him again.

After waking up, Pearl couldn’t ignore her heartache. She still loved Sam and didn’t want to see him die even if they couldn’t be together!

“So you came here in the middle of the night because you were worried about him?”

Cheyenne clicked her tongue. She hadn’t expected Pearl’s love for Sam to be so deep.

Seeing her like this, Cheyenne knew she wouldn’t leave without seeing him.

Fine, she’d help her one more time.

Matters of the heart were complicated; as an outsider, she couldn’t judge. Since this was Pearl’s choice, she hoped she wouldn’t regret it later.

“Come with me.”

“Thank you, Cheyenne! Thank you! I just want to see him one more time…”

Luckily, because of their previous encounter, the prison guards didn’t dare stop them and let Pearl in directly.

Clear and slow footsteps echoed as she hesitated and retreated before moving forward again.

Finally, through an iron door, Pearl saw the person she had been longing for. Her eyes welled up with tears that silently rolled down her cheeks.

“Sam, I’ve been looking for you for so long.”

Her barely audible voice almost got swallowed by the night wind in the quiet space. Fortunately, Sam was focused enough to hear it!

But he couldn’t believe his ears!

Their hearts in sync, they looked up simultaneously and locked eyes… Time and space seemed to freeze at that moment; they could only see each other.

“You, Pearl… why are you here? Why did you come?”

Hadn’t he made it clear that day?

Under her affectionate gaze, Sam couldn’t hold back his long-suppressed emotions any longer.

He could no longer deceive himself; his feelings for Pearl were more than just utilitarian.

He had lost so much weight!

His chin was covered with stubble, and he looked much older and more haggard.

The once pristine white shirt he always wore was now stained and wrinkled on his body.

But it didn’t matter; even in such a disheveled state, he looked incredibly handsome to Pearl.

More handsome than any man she had ever seen.

The prison guard scratched his nose, wondering if he had stumbled into another couple’s reunion today.

The previous pair were lovers, and now this pair too.

Damn it, they looked so sweet and deeply in love…

Thinking about his own loveless single life, he couldn’t bear to stay any longer.

After opening the cell door and giving a few instructions, he hurriedly left.

“Miss Gilliam, try to finish before dawn.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Pearl stepped into the cell with firm steps, no longer hesitating like before.

In contrast, Sam felt an urge to run away.

He had shamefully deceived a young girl’s heart. Pearl hadn’t killed him yet; why did she come to see him?

A sliver of moonlight shone on the girl, making her face appear ghostly pale and bloodless.

Sam’s heart raced with anxiety as his gentle eyes scanned her face inch by inch.

Seeing Pearl’s pitiful face made him worry even more.

“Are you okay? Have you not been resting well?”

Sam had always been proud and dismissive of women. He never cared about them unless they were Gracie or Cheyenne.

Pearl was an exception.

He remained as elegant as ever in front of her despite everything.

Pearl walked closer and chose to sit next to him instead of across from him.

She instinctively wanted to be near him-closer and closer.

This time he didn’t avoid her.

After thinking for a long time, Pearl slowly answered his question:

“I’m fine. Thanks to Cheyenne and Mr. Foley’s Golden Silkworm Magic… Esteban also saved me. Uncle Brody helped me a lot too.”

“He arranged my father’s funeral and buried him on the hill.”

“And my mother… she’s in a mental hospital now. When I visited her, she didn’t recognize me anymore.”

Her voice sounded calm without any emotion.

Sam felt both heartache and guilt.