Let's Get A Divorce, Mr. CEO

It was Linda Ye's wedding night.

She was sitting shyly on the big bed in the SN Mansion, the mansion of the Bo family, clenching her hands. She had just taken a shower, and was wearing only an expensive silk nightdress. It was obvious from her demeanor that she was extremely nervous.

The man she had married was Cecil Bo, whom she had secretly loved for ten years.

He was the famous business mogul who headed the Bo Group.

Right now, their wedding ceremony was the talk of the town in Los City.

Linda was the only one who knew that it was not as beautiful and perfect as it seemed to be.

The truth was, she was not the woman that Cecil wanted; she was just a substitute for the original bride. While pretending to be someone else, she had exchanged wedding rings with him on the altar, as witnessed by countless celebrities.

Of course, she had been more than willing to do it.

At this moment, footsteps could be heard from the hallway, seemingly advancing towards the bedroom. When Linda heard the sound, she clenched her fists more tightly, digging her nails into her palms. She was so anxious that she didn't even feel the pain.

Her husband appeared at the door.

He staggered towards her unsteadily, as if he had drunk too much.

As he approached her, the smell of alcohol mixed with his scent overflowed her nose, awakening her senses.

Linda held her breath in anticipation of what was about to come.

With a goofy smile at the corners of his mouth, Cecil raised her chin with his long finger and said, "Leona, we're married."

Leona Ye was Linda's younger twin sister.

She had run away from home three days ago, leaving only a note in her bedroom that read, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry! I can't marry Cecil."

Needless to say, their parents hadn't expected her to make such a fuss just three days before her wedding. Not knowing what to do or who to turn to, they were on pins and needles. Moreover, angering the Bo family was the last thing that they wanted to do. Afraid that the Bo family would get wind of the news, the Ye family had sent people to look for Leona in secret.

At this critical moment, Linda had stepped up and volunteered to marry Cecil on behalf of Leona to deal with this situation quietly.

Their parents seemed to have aged with worry overnight. When they first heard what Linda said, they were hesitant, but after seeing that she was the spitting image of Leona, they finally agreed.

Sitting on the bed, hearing Cecil's charming and husky voice right next to her ear, Linda lowered her head with a guilty conscience.

She had been in love with this man for years.

However, she was not the woman that he loved. She didn't know how to talk to him, and she was not familiar with how her sister usually communicated with him.

She felt that only silence could cover up the panic and uneasiness she was feeling inside.

But to her dismay, Cecil immediately became alert and raised his tone. "Aren't you happy?"

"I am,"

Linda answered, hastily nodding her head.

As soon as she finished speaking, Cecil chuckled, and his eyes softened again.

Linda could tell from his smile that he loved Leona to bits and that he was ecstatic about their marriage, which made her feel even more guilty.

While her mind was in a mess, she subconsciously sensed Cecil getting closer and closer to her. It was the first time that she had been in such close proximity with the one she had loved for so many years. Until now, this was something that she had only been able to dream about. Her heart was beating like a drum.

Cecil wrapped his arms around her with a content smile on his thin lips. When his eyes landed on her ear, his originally happy face suddenly turned a little cold, and when he spoke again, his voice had become harsh and distant.

Staring at the mole behind her ear, he said firmly, "You are not Leona!"

Linda's apprehension solidified into fear after hearing these words.

She didn't know how he had found out the truth so soon. What could she do?

'Is the Ye family done for?' Subconsciously, she loosened her grip on Cecil's shirt and grabbed the sheet under her body.

She looked away without saying a word.