I Want a Divorce Every Day, But the Superstar Says No-Chapter 106: Karma Belongs Only to You

As soon as the words fell, she launched an unceremonious attack. Even though they were acting, seeing her risking life and limb to attack him, Durrell Landon was still shaken and instinctively defended himself.

Although the long swords in their hands were props, they still collided in the air with a loud "buzzing" sound, ear-piercing enough that everyone present instinctively covered their ears.

A person watching from the side couldn’t help but comment, "Why do I feel like these two are fighting as if they have nothing to lose?"

"Are they too deep in character, or do they have a grudge in real life?"

...

Too deep in character...

Hearing those four words made her smile bitterly. Indeed, hadn’t she become too immersed in the act?

It started with her wanting to play with the boring ones, but now she’s the one in pain.

She could have defended herself, but for a moment she suddenly felt tired, thinking it might be the same for Phoenix.

Even if she started with a purpose to seduce, wasn’t it in the end that she’d sacrificed her heart?

She suddenly loosened her grip on the weapon, and Durrell Landon nearly couldn’t stop himself. If not for his injured shoulder and a slight lack of strength in his hands, even if it were a prop, he might have hurt her.

He stopped and angrily shouted at her, "Are you crazy? Letting go suddenly? What if you got hurt?"

People from the Divine Realm saw Phoenix fall and advised Lord Sovereign Alexander Knight, "Lord Sovereign, for the peace of the Three Realms, quickly cast a barrier to trap the people from the Demon Realm forever under the Sunset Underworld."

Amidst the surrounding sound effects and various actors’ calls, all she heard was a faint buzzing in her ears, her heart slowly growing cold and numb.

She fell to the ground, slowly turned over, and stared at Durrell Landon in the distance, speaking lightly with a resolution akin to mutual destruction:

"I only hope that we never meet again in any life." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

After speaking, she no longer looked at Durrell Landon, just raised her head to gaze at the sky.

The thin sunset pierced through the clouds, landing on her porcelain-like pale skin, her long eyelashes quietly drooping, like a lifeless puppet, beautiful and delicate yet halted.

The director glanced down at the script, wondering if these two had improvised again?

But he had to admit, this decisive scene left him awestruck.

One clearly loves deeply, but because he holds the Three Realms in his heart, he must choose warfare. The other, unable to receive a response for so long, assumes the other doesn’t love her at all, finally choosing to let go of the weapon, perhaps also releasing herself from this bind.

He suddenly considered, if this film received a good response, perhaps he could consider making a sequel.

The director had worried before whether Durrell Landon could handle emotional scenes — now, he realized he’d worried for nothing.

He was slightly suspicious if there was truly some story between these two.

That Durrell Landon agreed to shoot this movie felt quite unusual...

"Alright, cut!"

After the director called to stop, Quiana Sutton still didn’t stand up, maintaining her original pose.

Durrell Landon was just about to step forward when Simon Storm got there first, casting a cold glance at Durrell Landon and speaking icily:

"Mr. Landon, I heard from Cece that you’re getting divorced. If you’re divorcing, then keep some distance."

Simon Storm walked over, crouched down, and lifted Quiana Sutton, his tone gentle and soft: "You’re exhausted, I’ll take you to rest."

Many actresses were envious of Quiana Sutton in Simon Storm’s arms; there were very few actors nowadays capable of effortlessly lifting an actress.

As Simon Storm carried Quiana Sutton past Durrell Landon, he cast a sideways glance at Durrell Landon, his voice sinking to the lowest point: "Durrell Landon, I hope you stay away from her; there’s nothing between you and her anymore."

Durrell Landon heard Simon Storm’s words, suddenly feeling a sense of disconnection from the surroundings, everything seemed so distant from him.

The twilight sun, unknowingly covered by ominous clouds, thick and dark, seemingly ready to pour down torrential rain at any moment.

As Simon Storm carried Quiana Sutton away from the set, Durrell Landon instinctively turned around.

With scattered clouds, fine remnants of light, desolate spirit, from now on and forever, the cause and effect will only be you.

...

Ian Donovan’s mental health clinic.

Simon Storm carried her inside. Ian Donovan frowned slightly upon seeing Quiana Sutton in Simon Storm’s arms; it was his first time seeing her so vulnerable.

He couldn’t help but feel concerned: "What’s wrong with her?"

Simon Storm spoke calmly: "She’s a bit tired, light the calming incense, let her rest well."

Simon Storm placed her on the sofa in the clinic. From start to finish, she appeared as though asleep, extremely well-behaved, allowing Simon Storm to do whatever he wished.

Since Ian Donovan was an experienced psychology expert, he couldn’t help but be concerned about Quiana Sutton’s unusual state.

"Can you tell me why she suddenly became like this?"

Simon Storm sat on the sofa beside him, his gaze distant: "Don’t ask anything. Some things are not for you to solve unless you erase her memories through hypnosis."

But if her memories truly were erased, how could he ensure she wouldn’t fall for Durrell Landon again should she meet him?

Sometimes, memories can be painful, but that pain constantly reminds oneself, helping one awaken from confusion and not repeat the same mistakes.

As a doctor, Ian Donovan had some compassion for Quiana Sutton.

But it was limited to mere sympathy.

Quiana Sutton lay on the sofa, unknowingly falling asleep, and she dreamt.

She dreamt of many, many people, but ultimately, every one chose to leave, and she could only watch their backs.

She even dreamt of Durrell Landon, but his gaze lacked all warmth, only cold indifference remained, and he too decisively left her with just his back, leaving her in a world full of ruins, chaotic and mournful.

She stood in a center of cold darkness, surrounded by emptiness.

In the distance, she seemed to see scattered bits of light, these tiny specks seemed magical, like a lighthouse guiding her way, constantly attracting her closer.

As she approached, she was amazed to find those lights came from another version of herself.

This other self saw her recognition with a hint of laughter in her eyes: "I told you long ago, one day you’d come to find me, now are you ready to give your body to me?"

"In your dreams!"

She abruptly opened her eyes, finding herself lying on the sofa in Ian Donovan’s studio, with her uncle sitting right beside her.