Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 813

He got up and headed out, but as he settled into his car, his hands felt stiff on the wheel.

He had no right to question her.

Just as he had once treated marriage like a game or a burden, she shared the same sentiment. It explained why she kept the person she liked a secret while waiting for a divorce.

Ian found it amusing that, considering all the effort he put into seeking a divorce, she was the one who wanted it more.

His brow furrowed, and his face was gloomy as hell.

But he held it together and drove back to Greenfield Gardens, intending to patch up the wound on his back.

Meanwhile, Maja had arrived at the private room in the bar where she was meeting Wilma.

But Wilma was here for a different reason today. Lately, she had been forced to meet these bigwigs who treated her like a commodity; some even asked her agent right in front of her, How much for a night?

These wealthy men had no respect for a female artist like her; she gritted her teeth, putting up with their disgusting behavior.

Tonight was no different; Colin Paisley requested her company.

Just a bit more, she told herself, and then she could join the Star Movie group and be with Elvis.

She took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Inside were not only Colin but also a few prominent producers, each one a big shot.

It was like walking into the lion's den.

Wilma couldn't help but step back, only to be pulled by the man closest to her.

"So this is the little girl Elvis has been protecting. Quite cute and good acting skills; she just looks a bit young."

"It doesn’t matter if she's young. I heard she's still a virgin."

The man turned to Colin.

Colin raised an eyebrow mysteriously and said, "She just turned twenty and has no boyfriend at university. Very clean. As for whether she's still a virgin, we'll have to test that out."

The men in the room started laughing, as if it were all perfectly acceptable.

Wilma had always been well protected by Elvis. Even after he left, she had accompanied these men a few times, but today was undoubtedly the worst.

When a man's hand crept under her skirt, she didn't hesitate, stood up, and slapped him.

The slap silenced the room.

The man touched his face, feeling utterly humiliated.

"What the hell?!"

Wilma's head was slammed onto the coffee table, and the man was about to take her right there in front of everyone.

But just then, the door was pushed open, and Maja walked in with Beck.