After Divorce

Chapter 87 Dream

In truth, when Sylvia had decided to divorce Cyril, she cast aside not only their regrets but also the painful memories. Now, as some of those regrets were being reconciled, she could feel herself gradually letting go of her feelings for him.

It’s often said that it’s hard to let go because one clings too tightly to the past, But once that fixation fades, you realize your feelings for the person weren’t as intense as you thought. Sylvia felt that was precisely where she stood now.

After the dance ended, Sylvia and Cyril immediately parted ways.

“I never thought you could dance,” Cyril remarked,

“There’s a lot you never figured out because you never really knew me. Let’s just act like strangers from now on,” Sylvia replied, eager to avoid any drama. She knew her friends had grown weary of Cyril, and she feared they might deliberately complicate matters if they realized he was there.

Cyril could tell she was determined to distance herself from him, and it irked him. Weren’t they still connected in some way through their past marriage, he pondered silently. His lips pressed together–it wasn’t how he wished things to be.

“Let’s just enjoy the night separately. This party is for my friends, and I don’t want any unpleasantness,” Sylvia said plainly, and with that, she disappeared into the crowd.

As she melded into the sea of people, Cyril followed her with his gaze until she was obscured by the multitude milling about. Eventually, he lost sight of her altogether.

When Sylvia found her friends, she spotted Duncan lounging on a couch, looking reproachfully in her direction.

“Goodness, I knew you wouldn’t want to dance. I didn’t dance either because I was looking for you everywhere, and when I finally found you, you were dancing with someone else. Clearly, there’s no room for me in your heart,” Duncan half–joked, half–serious.

Sylvia rubbed her temples. How had she forgotten about Duncan?

“Cut it out,” she said. “You were never in that space to begin with. You were just insistent. And tonight you’re the star. You can’t just ignore all the guests. Go and tend to your party.

Get up

and go. Aren’t you tired of sitting?”

Luckily, Juliet intervened just in time, saving Sylvia from an awkward situation. Grateful, Sylvia smiled and appreciated her friend’s help. She was relieved, for if she truly felt cornered, she wouldn’t have known how to respond to Duncan.

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She had never thought much of Duncan’s intentions before, but now, realizing he had more than friendship on his mind, she found herself unsure how to face him.

“Fine, fine, I throw this grand party, and you all dismiss me like this,” Duncan huffed, pretending to be offended before making a move to leave. However, he shot Sylvia a lingering look–one that revealed he had seen her dancing with Cyril.

He had been ready to confront Sylvia about why she was dancing with Cyril, given they were divorced. But at the last moment, he checked himself. Regardless of their past relationship, they were divorced now, and Sylvia was free to do as she pleased. It wasn’t

question her actions.

place to 

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Duncan understood he was just a little too late. Everything seemed out of reach, as if time kept slipping away from him. But there was some solace; a second chance had presented itself. Sylvia was single again, and that meant Duncan finally had an opportunity.

As Duncan walked away, Sylvia let out a sigh of relief and slumped into the couch with a sense of release. Her friends couldn’t help but laugh at her display of what they saw as a lack of backbone.

“I’ve just climbed out of the grave of marriage, and I’m in no rush to dabble in romance again. If you guys are interested, be my guest,” Sylvia said, watching her friends take playful jabs at her.

“We sure don’t want that,” Kelly and Juliet both crossed their arms over their chests, vehemently opposed to the idea of marrying, particularly after seeing the turmoil Sylvia had endured in hers.

The party looked set to rage through the night. Cyril, feeling a bit worn out, was thankful that the hosts had prepared a resting room upstairs, complete with beds for anyone needing

a break.

Despite not planning to stay at the party, Cyril was surprised to encounter Sylvia there. Later, an urgent business matter called him away to the upstairs resting room. By the time he’d wrapped up his work, it was the early hours of the morning.

The festivities downstairs were still in full swing, but he found no energy to rejoin. Exhausted, Cyril leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes to rest, and unintentionally drifted into sleep–and into a dream.

In his dream, he was back at the seaside where a life–changing incident had taken place five years prior. He had gone there with a business partner to explore development opportunities when they inadvertently stumbled upon armed fugitives. Suddenly confronted and

Chapter 87 Dream

threatened at gunpoint, Cyril found himself facing dire straits. As the criminals fled from pursuing law enforcement, they decided to take a hostage–Cyril.

Just as he was contemplating an escape, Sylvia appeared in his dream, looking as she did at the party, dressed to the nines, but this time wielding a gun. Without hesitation, she took aim and fired at the kidnappers.

While the reality of the past event was different from his dream, what struck Cyril was the unexpected presence of Sylvia. In his mind’s eye, she was approaching him, step by step, reaching out to clutch his suit jacket.

Forced to look down, Cyril watched as Sylvia came ever closer, their lips almost meeting in a kiss. At that precise moment, Cyril’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air, hands pressed to his forehead, bewildered by the surreal dream he’d just experienced.