The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 319

Adam typed a message, "Back on campus yet?"

He was asking if Celine had returned to Yorhine University.

After all, Randall had driven her back that night. Just the thought of her getting into another man's car made him press his lips together.

But in the next second, he froze. The WhatsApp message hadn't even gone through. A red exclamation mark appeared next to it, followed by a cold system notification.

"You are not friends with this person. Please add them as a friend to start chatting."

Adam fell silent.

His handsome face darkened as realization hit him. Celine had already blocked him. In fact, she had blocked him the day they got divorced.

It was only now that the reality sunk in, they were divorced. It was over between them.

She had loved him once, passionately and fiercely, but that was in the past. She didn't love him anymore.

"Adam, I don't love you anymore."

Her voice drifted back to him, soft but resolute, echoing in his mind. She had told him that herself on the day they ended things

Adam opened the chat with “C” Celine’s new WhatsApp account. Without hesitation, he sent her a friend request.

There was no response.

Celine didn’t add him back.

Just then, his phone began to ring Carly’s name lit up the screen. She was calling him.

Adam didn’t answer. A bitter smirk curled at the corner of his mouth, dripping with self–mockery.

12

At Tate Manor, Adam still hadn’t answered his phone.

Carly let out a sharp scream, and in a sudden tit of rage, she began smashing the vases in the living room.

The housekeepers had already cleaned up the mess of broken vases. He sank into the couch, alone with his thoughts.

The television was on, tuned to a financial news program. The host alternated between languages as he reported.

Sources confirm that Nigel Hampton, the legendary business mogul, returned to the Capitol yesterday and was spotted at the Royal Cemetery.

“Over the years, Mr. Hampton has been searching for his daughter, the cherished heiress to his vast fortune, who was lost to him as a child. To this day, her whereabouts remain undown.”

The screen cut to footage of the Royal Cemetery shrouded in gloom on a rainy day. A tall, Imposing figure stood silently in front of a gravestone.

Behind him, an assistant held a black sunbrella over his head, the rain dripping steadily from its edge and further obscuring the man’s face.

The melancholic scene lent him an air of profound mystery-

Hayden leaned forward and turned off the television. at that moment, Lucy entered d the room. Hayden glanced up. “Is Carly asleep?” he asked.

Lucy nodded, her expression heavy with worry. “She cried herself to sleep just now. Honey, Carly’s whole heart is set on marrying Mr. Alvarez. Can’t you just help her make it happen?”