Novel Drama Chapter 12 A Fresh Start
Chapter 12 A Fresh Start
Chapter 12 A Fresh Start
Two freshly heartbroken women gathered together. Isabella recruited two handsome hairstylists for
them. As soon as the hairstylist laid eyes on Avery, his eyes lit up. He immediately recommended the
current trendy hairstyles.
Avery directly declined, "Cut it short. The shorter, the better."
"Miss, although the trend now is to be cool and chic, I personally think that if the hair is too short, it may
limit your styling options. How about keeping it shoulder-length? It not only makes you look younger but
also suits various occasions."
"No need." novelbin
"Miss, your hair is long and black. It seems like you've kept it for many years. It would be a shame to
cut it all off." Tony sighed regretfully, shaking his head.
Looking at herself in the mirror, even though she hadn't been sleeping well lately and her complexion
was a bit pale, she couldn't hide her stunning features. Her long-neglected black hair fell naturally,
adding a touch of charm to her appearance.
Jacob liked her long hair. She hadn't trimmed it for years. Seeing that Tony hesitated to start, Avery
picked up the scissors nearby and smiled faintly. "Then I'll do it myself."
Without any hesitation, she started cutting. Strands of black hair fell, symbolizing the departure of her
once youthful and beautiful days.
"All done. I'll leave the rest to you." Avery handed the scissors back to the hairstylist and let him finish
the styling.
Isabella emerged from the salon with a head of cherry blossom pink hair. Upon seeing Avery's new
hairstyle, she was first shocked, then amazed.
"I finally understand what it means for a person to look good in anything. Avy, you look so stylish!"
To complement Avery's Korean-style center parting, Isabella quickly took her to a mall and bought her
several outfits with a neutral style. As they walked through the streets, they captured everyone's gaze.
As night fell, Isabella pulled Avery to take a selfie outside a shop window and posted it to Instagram.
Caption: A fresh start.
Avery accompanied her to enjoy a steak dinner that she used to hesitate to splurge on. Isabella was in
high spirits. "Avy, do you remember when we were in high school? At that age, it felt like solving
mathematical equations was the most difficult thing in the world. Now, equations are just formulas to be
plugged in. It's not like dealing with men, where giving your all often leads to nothing but scars."
Avery hadn't touched alcohol in a long time, and tonight, she wanted to indulge for the last time. She
took a sip. "That's because you were a struggling student. I never found equations difficult."
"Yes, yes, who can compare to you, the academic genius? You skipped a grade to high school at the
age of thirteen. I thought it was a little junior high school girl who had walked into the wrong classroom.
Who would have known it was a prodigy."
Isabella poured her another glass, raising her glass. "Genius or silly, let's drink to being single. Be
happy being single. Without that scumbag, I can buy whatever I want in the future..."
As she spoke, tears welled up in Isabella's eyes again. "Avy, do you know? I used to buy discounted
steaks for 4 dollars at the supermarket. I scrimped and saved to support his education. I gave my all for
our future. I'm only 24 years old this year. I've never even bought a decent dress. How could he treat
me like this?"
Every household has its own difficulties. Avery hadn't even handled her own affairs at home. She could
only gently comfort Isabella and encourage her to look forward.
She had intended to send her home, but Isabella, taking advantage of her tipsy state, insisted on taking
her to the Allure Club.
Avery sighed, knowing that Isabella needed an outlet for her emotions.
After all, she had a year to ease herself. But as for Isabella, when she dealt with these matters swiftly
and returned to her home country, it didn't necessarily mean she would be able to move on right away.
The thought of not being able to be carefree with her for a long time, even if she didn't die from
chemotherapy, weighed heavily on Avery. She didn't refuse.
"This was her first time in such a setting, and Isabella appeared especially excited. She patted Avery's
hand and said, 'Look at this greeter, isn't he handsome?'
Avery didn't pay much attention, as she was busy admiring the bold and elegant black horse image in
the lobby. Seeing her friend so enthusiastic, she had to agree. "Yes."
"Later, don't be polite to me," Isabella continued, "Instead of keeping him, I might as well keep a
charming and sweet-talking person. Don't you think that makes sense?"
"Yes."
Isabella, who was usually frugal, acted like an overnight millionaire today, bringing Avery into a private
room and ordering ten bottles of champagne.
Avery couldn't stop her. The manager politely brought in ten male models, ranging from cute and
charming to cool and stylish. Isabella exclaimed, "Choose whichever one you like."
With all ten of them casting flirtatious glances and showing off their abs, Avery didn't know where to
look. She had to decline, saying, "No need. I'll just have a few drinks with you."
Isabella nonchalantly ordered two, took out a stack of cash from her bag, and tossed it on the table with
a boss-like air, saying, "You guys, come here. Make her happy tonight." Both of them exuded an
elegant and sweet demeanor, a far cry from the style of Jacob. The two handsome men sat on either
side of Avery, one wanting to feed her grapes and the other offering her a drink. Avery felt
uncomfortable and wanted to leave.
Isabella patted her thigh and said, "What's wrong? After all that's happened, are you still trying to
remain chaste for him? Did he ever think of you when he was fooling around with other women? You're
divorced now, so why be afraid? Enjoy yourself tonight! I have money."
They all knew the commission for real estate transactions was high, and even for a villa like the one
she sold, getting a commission of almost 30 thousand dollars was common. With her youth, beauty,
sweet talk, and ability to get things done, she earned a decent commission in a year. If she hadn't used
the money to set up a home with her boyfriend, Isabella would be considered a young, rich woman. An
occasional extravagant night out was no problem for her.
Isabella had decided to have a blast tonight.
At Willowbrook, after a day of hard work by the doctor, the child's fever finally subsided, and Jacob
heaved a sigh of relief. She covered her baby with a blanket and quietly left the room.
Layla greeted him with a gentle smile and said, "Jacob, it's getting late. Why don't you stay at
Willowbrook tonight? I'm afraid the baby might wake up again at night. You know he doesn't cry as
much when you're with him.'
Jacob rubbed her temples, feeling a bit tired. "I still have an appointment. Dr. Brown will be here, so
you can call him if there's any problem."
Layla hesitated to say more, knowing she couldn't force him to stay. She had expected to call him at
10:30 PM to tell him she was divorced, but things hadn't gone as planned.
She couldn't rush things and had to be patient. So she said, "Alright, just be careful on your way back."
Jacob nodded and left. As soon as she got in the car, John handed her a set of keys. "Mr. Hill, these
are the keys to the villa your wife sent over."
Jacob's eyes darkened, and he sneered, "She's quick to move once the money's in hand."
John didn't want to say much, but he remembered the recent post Isabella had made on her social
media. After some hesitation, he spoke up, "Mr. Hill, it seems... your wife has really given up on you."