Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 2: The Women Uriah Loves
Alva signed the divorce papers. The next morning, her lawyer came over and handed her a thick document. “This is the alimony
from President Irwin. It has properties, funds, stocks, and luxury cars. Please take a look.”
Alva looked at the document for a moment before pushing it back. “I don’t need them.”
She hadn’t helped him much before the marriage, and she hadn’t helped much afterward either.
She did not feel entitled to those things.
The lawyer spoke up, “Ma’am, that’s what President Irwin ordered.”
Alva paused and looked at the lawyer, “What about him?”
“President Irwin is out of town on business and won’t be
back for a week.”
“He said to get these possessions transferred this week and return to the city hall next week.”
Alva nodded. She looked at the document again. After a few seconds, she took it and flipped it open.
Noticing that she had turned the page, the lawyer began to meticulously elaborate, “There is a villa in the Northern Suburbs
under your name with a market value of fourteen
million dollars. An apartment, also under your name, is in Lutz Village, a prime location for real estate in Virginia. Its market value
is seven million. The stores listed under your name are located on East Street, West Street, South Street, and North Street.
There are three sets of each. The market values exceed eighty-four million. Furthermore...”
“Mr. West,” Alva interrupted him.
Mr. West looked at her and replied, “Please speak your mind, Madam.”
“I don’t want any of that. I just want the villa I’m living in now. Is that okay?”
It was the only place that held her memories, so it was the only one she wanted.

Mr. West called Uriah. At that moment, Uriah was at an altitude of 2,000 feet. Sitting next to him was Bella Flair, who had gone
abroad with him.
After listening to Mr. West, Uriah raised his head. His dark eyes were deep and boundless. His thin lips opened and closed, and
his indifferent and heartless words reached the other end of the line, “Do what she says.”
“Alright, President Irwin.”
Once Uriah hung up the phone, the corners of Bella’s lips curled up into a smile. She grabbed Uriah’s arm and said, “I seem to
be giving you trouble.”
“It’s no trouble.” Uriah put his phone away and continued reading his magazine.
Bella noticed that he was neither happy nor angry, but she knew that he was not in a very good mood. She took the magazine
out of his hands and spoke in a commanding tone, “Uriah, look at me.”
Uriah glanced sideways at her. His gaze was so intense that it could make a person feel uneasy.
However, Bella was not afraid. She had been with him for five years and already had him all figured out.
If she hadn’t made a mistake, why would she have allowed him to marry another woman?!
“I’m back. If you don’t cherish me, then no matter what you do in the future, I won’t return. Got it?”
As always, she was dominant and headstrong. That was Bella.
And Uriah liked Bella.
He lifted her chin and rubbed his fingertips against it, his stormy gaze slowly sweeping across her face, “Bella, this is also your
last chance.”
The formalities were quickly completed, and Mr. West was about to leave when Alva called out to him, “Mr. West.”
Mr. West turned around, “Ma’am.”
Alva subconsciously gripped the deed to the villa that was already hers and looked at Mr. West with a cautious but hopeful look
in her eyes, “He’ll come back and we’ll go to the city hall together, won’t we?”

She wanted to see him again, to take a good look at him, to keep him in her heart forever.
“Yes.”
That afternoon, Alva rented a downtown apartment and started looking for jobs online.
For the past year, she had stopped working and stayed home to be a full-time wife.
Now she had to go out and work.
However, she had only ever attended night classes and didn’t have a college degree. As such, she was unable to find decent
work.
But she didn’t care. She knew how to be self-sufficient.
She soon found an opening for a sales position at a cosmetics company, dropped off her resume, and was told to come in for an
interview tomorrow.
A gentle smile appeared on Alva’s face. She didn’t need a partner in order to live.
She had to survive. There was no time to be sad.