I’m Divorcing with You Mr Billionaire! (Sydney and Mark)

Chapter 73

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ONE MONTH LATER

The days after Grandma was declared to be in coma passed like a blur. Business was booming. Lucas and I got closer than ever, everything was going well or so it seemed.

Mark and Sandra announced their engagement and it was to be scheduled today. Sandra had not been able to stop talking about it all over the net.

“I wonder how Steven and Sandra feel about this, Grace was watching one of many of Sandra’s pre–wedding reels when she absentmindedly said it.

I only raised my brows and said nothing. She hadn’t looked up for a response so I didn’t think she was expecting a response. Besides. I didn’t care how the both of them felt to know what to respond. Maybe I do care about how Mark felt but that was only because after Doris made me promise, I sometimes feel responsible for him. My heart grew heavy at the thought of Grandma. With Mark’s continuously booming financial status, Sandra’s strict and luxurious demands were all met.

If I was being very honest, the whole thing was like a business transaction rather than the union of a man and woman who tried to portray themselves as couples that were in love. Atleast, from Mark’s actions, it looked like it was all business as usual. I would have been happy for him if he was happy for himself.

Just last night, the to–be–bride dropped a video of the champagne collection for her wedding. that arrived. She had imported top–tier champagne from France. Fresh beautiful tul*ps were air- freighted from the Netherlands. World renowned chefs from across the world were brought together to prepare the wedding meal.

The wedding was the talk of town, to be more specific, it was the talk of the whole country. Everyone wanted to attend and have a taste of these rare luxuries that would be made available at the event but Sandra burst their bubbles and got a few haters who were green with envy when she announced her list of attendees.

She had carefully selected her guests. The guest lists only had names of her family members, her husband’s–to–be family members, business partners from both of the couple’s side, family friends and influential figures. I had opened my m*uth when Grace showed me the list that. Sandra posted; Famous actors and actresses – her favorites. Musicians and music bands, politicians and entertainers, comedians and footballers, designers, even members of royal families. I swear, the list of these dignitaries was endless..

Well, Grace and I were excited to attend their wedding because it was a foolproof opportunity to meet with dignitaries and make worthwhile connections. Thank goodness we were business. associates of GT Group.

The people who were not invited, I quote, “could watch the wedding live from behind their

screens.

There were also snippets of her customized wedding fireworks that matched her unique preferences. Who knew there could be customized fireworks for a wedding? The wedding venue, even I would agree that it was stunning. The venue looked ethereal. It would be as if we were attending a wedding even though the bride is a devil. Ha! A devil in heaven.

The venue and event was prepared and planned by world famous wedding planners who have spent years in the industry. There would also be live performances by trending pop singers of all her favorite music genres and from several countries. The top tier photography team she hired knew their beans because all of the behind the scenes videos and pictures she’s been posting were

taken by them and trust me when I say the quality and angles at which these pictures were taken was unbeatable.

Her wedding ring especially garnered a lot of attention, including mine. As a professional in jewelry making, I could tell that a lot of time and money was spent in the carefully crafted 10- carat diamond jewelry set. They were custom made by another famous jewelry brand.

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Grace had rolled her eyes at her wedding dress. Sandra had gone for her fitting so she decided. to drop a picture of the half made dress to keep us on our toes. Her makeup artists and stylists. were walking talents. Gosh, her pre–wedding pictures with Mark were so exquisite.

Even as much as I disliked the girl, I would give it to her that she had great taste. Well, she had a unique taste in insanely expensive things

This morning, she wowed every netizen who had been following her wedding preparations when she announced the arrival of her wedding gifts. She captioned the videos and pictures on Instagram, “Come, you all, and leave bathed in heaven.”

“Huh?” My coco pops filled spoon froze in the air after I read the caption. It didn’t make sense until the videos finished loading and I saw what the wedding gifts were.

Clive Christian, on her demand, had created a limited perfume with her favorite flavors named. after her. They made thousands of these for her as the gifts she would share to her wedding guests.

“Okay, this is crazy!” I exclaimed and dropped my spoon in my cup.

“What’s that?” Grace briefly looked up from the garment bag.

I turned my phone for Grace to see and she chuckled. “Spoilt brat. She works for nothing yet she spends so much, Grace said as she packaged Mark’s wedding suit in a garment bag.

Unlike the bride, the groom had simply requested for a customized suit from Luxe Vogue. Grace had spent her sweet time designing and making his suit. It was a black three–piece suit, with the softest and smoothest texture. I wondered how long it had taken her to embroider the intricate patterns on the collar and cuffs; they made the suit stand out and also align with Mark’s demeanor.

Mark also added to his investment in Luxe Vogue which officially made him the largest investor in our company. So asking for a personally tailored suit was not too much, right? Except he has asked me to personally deliver the suit to him. It wasn’t too much but it made my stomach

churn with unease.

It was his goddamn wedding, why do I have to be the one to deliver it to him?

I scooped the rest of the cereal and quickly washed the cup. Then I picked up my bag and the garment bag that Grace had prepared for me.

“Let me get my purse, I’m coming with you,” Grace said and left Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

the

room.

I sighed as I watched her leave but I waited as she had instructed. She had been insisting that she would come with me since Mark also insisted that I bring the suit to him.

At first, Grace hadn’t seen anything wrong with it until she remembered the incident at the auction in the restroom that I told her. She had been very concerned about leaving the both of us alone.

“Okay! I’m set,” she beamed and together we left the house and drove together to Mark’s house. His housekeeper opened the door for us. He was coming down the stairs with a small smile on his l*ps but when his gaze fell on Grace, his smile faded and his expression turned sour.

When he stopped before us, he openly scowled at Grace, “You’re not needed here. Sydney is enough. Then he nodded toward the door, “Why don’t you go to Sandra’s and see if she needs.

extra hands.”

Grace hesitated, her gaze sliding to me. For one, I was surprised that she wasn’t retorting back at snarky response but then I shouldn’t be. Since she had declared him her hero, she had noticeably gone soft on him.

I managed a smile. “It’s fine. I’ll be quick and come find you later.”

She nodded and hugged. “Call me if anything happens, she whispered into my ear as she pulled.

away.

I nodded and watched her leave.

Mark’s expression softened a bit after Grace was ou

me, Welcome. How’re you?”

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the door and out of his sight. He turned to

I shrugged, I’m fine. Congratulations.”

He nodded with a small smile and led me to his dressing room.

I looked around the room, at the boring pale colors, rigid furniture and stiff curtains. Earlier on in our marriage, I had intended to refurbish the room and breathe life into it but… well, things didn’t work out. Many times, I had begrudgingly dressed him in this room; helped him pack his file and iron his outfit and helped him into his jacket like every wife should.

He

put on his trousers and shirt in the restroom. When he came out, he simply stood in the middle of the room and spread his arms.

I sighed and walked up to him. We’re really doing this, aren’t we? I thought to myself.

I automatically helped him into the waist coat then I put his suit on him like I used to do. The actions felt natural, as if I never stopped doing them.

All the while, he remained silent but I could feel his eyes on me. They followed my every

movement.

I was buttoning the suit when he broke the tense silence. “Did you ever love me during our three years of marriage?”