Chapter 666

Here is the carefully revised translation, ensuring fidelity to the original text, appropriate cultural adaptation, and polished English suitable for publication:

As Jessica spoke, resentment burned in her eyes, while Elysia remained perfectly calm.

Jessica stared at Elysia for a long moment, waiting for a reaction. When none came, she instantly slipped back into her usual delicate, pitiful expression—and began to cry.

“Elysia, I’m begging you, please let us be together. Dorian really does have feelings for me, he’s just never been able to admit it because of you. I’m so miserable…” Jessica knew how to cry beautifully. When most people wept, their noses turned red and they looked anything but attractive, but Jessica always managed to appear fragile and innocent-someone you couldn’t help but want to comfort.

Elysia thought, Jessica must have cried to Dorian like this countless times, and he probably fell for it every single time. Otherwise, why would he always treat Jessica so well?

But Elysia was the exact opposite of Jessica. By nature, she was strong-willed and assertive. Over the years, she had tried to soften herself for Dorian’s sake, but her strength was something she could never truly change.

Looking at it now, she realized she and Dorian were never really suited for each other. The only reason they hadn’t clashed more was because she’d loved him so much and chosen to tolerate things for his sake.

Elysia fixed her gaze on Jessica for a moment, then said, “Fine. I’ll let you two be together.”

Jessica was taken aback by how easily Elysia agreed. She froze for a second, then a bright, triumphant smile spread across her face.

“Elysia, thank you. I’ll repay you for this someday,” she said.

“I don’t need anything from you,” Elysia replied coldly.

How absurd-why would she ever need anything from Jessica? The truth was, she didn’t even want Dorian anymore.

Both women stood to leave. Before they walked out, Amara glanced back at Jessica and said, “Elysia’s exhausted and didn’t want to deal with you, so there were things she left unsaid. I’ll say them for her.”

“Actually, Elysia asked Dorian for a divorce a few days ago. He’s the one who refuses to let go. So you shouldn’t be talking about granting wishes’-it’s not clear who’s granting whom.”

Jessica’s face darkened at Amara’s words.

She forced a strained smile, as if wanting to say something more, but Amara had no interest in listening. She left with Elysia.

After leaving the café, Elysia immediately called her lawyer. Together with Amara,

she went to the law firm and had a divorce agreement drafted.

That evening, the two returned to the home Elysia shared with Dorian.

Inside, they found Dorian and

Finnian. The two men were sitting on the living room carpet Dorlan drinking heavily, Finnian beside him with his hand pressed to his forehead, watching over him.

When Elysia and Amara entered, Dorian abruptly stood up. He swayed unsteadily, clearly drunk, but his face lit up with surprise and joy. “You’re back…”

For the past few days, he’d been drinking himself into oblivion every night.

Only when numbed by alcohol could he forget the reality that Elysia had left him.

He’d drunk a lot again today. Finnian had tried to get him to slow down, but it was useless. Only when he was drunk could he pretend Elysia was still there.

And now, she really was there. He knew he wasn’t imagining it this time—Elysia was standing right in front of him.

Elysia looked at Dorian, her expression utterly impassive. “I’m here to talk about the divorce. Let’s end this.”

She produced the divorce agreement and handed him a pen. “I’ve already signed. Now it’s your turn.”