Chapter 9 Going After His Girl

• Natalie headed straight to the airport. On her way, Taylor bombarded her with calls and forced Natalie to send the picture of the divorce certificate to her.
• Natalie had no other choice and sent it over.
• Taylor received it right at that moment. After blurring out the important information on the divorce certificate, she opened the social media,
• “Three years of marriage without any intimacy is over! That dude is impotent! For anyone who has a crush on him, now’s your chance!” She typed it without hesitation.
• Taylor had dropped a bomb. It became a viral topic on social media.
• Meanwhile, Tristan had just ended an academic conference. He walked out of the conference tiredly.
• He had burned the midnight oil for a few nights in preparation for the conference.
• He leaned back into the car seat with his eyes closed, as he finally had some time to rest.
• He wanted to rest for a few minutes before heading back.
• At the same time, Irenale was at night, with the sky dotted with stars. The mountains and grasses seem to be at peace.
• “Beep beep…”
• The loud buzzing of the phone had woken Tristan, he was just about to fall asleep.
• He opened his eyes blurry and pulled out his phone.
• “Hello.” He answered the phone call after barely looking at the caller.
• He already knew who it was.
• An excited voice came through the phone before Tristan could say anything further, “
• The person on the phone exclaimed excitedly before Tristan could say another word, “Damn, you actually have a chance now!”
• The familiar words had completely woken Tristan up.
• He frowned and said, “Are you drunk?”
• Tristan sounded fatigued.
• “No way! I’m completely sober!”
• The person on the phone still sounded full of excitement, as if something great had just happened.
• It had affected Tristan’s mood, he chuckled and said, “Are you getting married?”
• Then, there was only silence on the other end.
• Tristan’s smile deepened and he said, “Just tell me. What has got you this excited?”
• “Well, I’m not interested in telling you after you asked that.”
• “As your buddy, I feel bad for you after seeing you alone for so many years! I’m messing with you, you've got a chance now! I’ll give you a hint.”
• “Right now! Go check Taylor’s social media! There’s news there waiting for you! You’ll surely like it!”
• “Do it right now!”
• Then, the call ended.
• Tristan felt excited, as he had been alone for three years. He had no idea what was going on, but somehow he had an answer after hearing George’s words.
• He couldn’t help but open the phone, even though he doubted Geroge’s words.
• Tristan grabbed his phone and opened WhatsApp. It took him several attempts to do it as his hand was trembling.
• Once he got inside, he was completely frozen. His heart pounded so quickly that he hesitated.
• He didn’t have the guts to check it out. What if I’m just being delusional? What if it’s not as I thought?
• Tristan forced himself to calm down while holding his phone tightly. He scrolled through the screen and found Taylor’s profile after he had finally calmed down.
• Taylor’s profile picture was of her kissing a cat.
• It didn’t take long for him to find Taylor’s profile, as he was a common visitor for her updates.
• Tristan hesitated while staring at her profile picture.
• He took a deep breath and clicked into it.
• At that moment, he froze completely. Everything around him fell silent.
• The divorce certificate was enlarged and on the main page. Tristan was stunned as he saw the name on the divorce certificate.
• The name was Natalie.
• He had a tremor after tightening his hand and pulled himself together after his blank stare.
• He stared at the name and the divorce certificate repeatedly.
• Gradually, he smiled.
• It was the happiest he had ever felt in thirty years.
• After a long, joyful smile, he looked at the caption below the post.
• Natalie, I won’t miss my chance anymore!
• He dialed a number and said, “Grace, please settle on my work. I’m going back to the country.”
• “Now? How long will it be?”
• “There isn’t a time limit.”
• “You…”
• “I’m going after my girl.”