?Chapter 444:


    After shaking off Lanny and the others, Elliana stood waiting for the car to pick her up.


    Soon, a red sports car pulled up with a roar. Adah was behind the wheel.


    Dressed in a striking fiery red leather jacket, with ck wavy hair flowing around her, and makeup that emphasized her sharp features, Adah exuded boldness and confidence. Her lips, painted in a vivid red,pleted the look. She drove like she owned the road—fast, fearless, and full of ir.


    Thankfully, the streets were mostly empty. Had there been more people, her audacious driving might have drawn more than a few stares.


    With a screeching drift, the car slid gracefully to a halt beside Elliana. The window rolled down, and Adah leaned out, shing a grin that was as dazzling as fireworks. She whistled loudly before calling out, “Hey, beauty queen! Hop in!”


    Elliana didn’t smile. She quietly opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, her face gloomy and her eyes heavy.


    Adah nced at her, surprised. “You okay? You look like someone kicked your puppy.”


    Elliana exhaled.


    Adah rolled the window back up and looked at her more closely. “I’ve never seen you like this. Did something happen? Did someone break your heart or something?”


    Elliana nodded. “Exactly.”


    Adah raised her eyebrows. “Wait—what are you saying?”


    Elliana handed her the divorce papers. “Cole wants a divorce.”


    Adah grabbed the papers and skimmed through them. She stared at Elliana in disbelief. “What the hell? Weren’t you two all lovey-dovey just yesterday? Now it says irreconcble differences? Seriously? What kind of differences could you two possibly have?”


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    Elliana took a deep breath and told her everything that had happened the night before. When she finished, she stared down at her hands. “I don’t get it,” she whispered. “He changed overnight. And it seems he really wants this divorce. He even said he never wants to see me again.”


    “That’s absurd,” Adah muttered, shaking her head. “So, what? You’re really going to divorce him?”


    Seeing the heartbreak written all over Elliana’s face, Adah mmed her palm against the steering wheel in frustration. “Ugh! Forget him! So what if he’s the richest man in the city? Big deal! Sign the papers, take your ten billion, and walk out with your dignity and virginity intact. You’lle out winning!”


    Her voice rose with each word. She was practically vibrating with rage now. “I’ve said it a hundred times—there’s no such thing as a ‘good man.’ Believing their sweet talk? It’s like believing in unicorns! Who needs love anyway? Who needs a perfect husband?”


    Adah’s hands flew around as she ranted, her lips moving faster than her thoughts. “Women like us? We’re independent, smart, and strong. You know what we need? A cute little boy toy—someone who listens, looks good, and knows how to please us. When we get bored, we toss him out like expired milk. That’s the way to live!” Her eyes narrowed. “Cole’s nothing special. Sure, he’s hot and rich—but that’s it! Totally useless beyond that. Don’t waste your tears on him. If you want revenge, I’ll help you knock him out cold, and you can sleep with him before you walk away.”


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