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Maybe In Another Life

Penulis: Oma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-17 19:31:06

Her phone buzzed.

She pulled it out of her pocket. A message from Harold Wentworth, her father's lawyer.

"Divorce papers are ready. I've emailed them to you. Print, sign, and leave them for him. I'll handle the rest."

She opened the email. Scrolled through the document. Page after page of legal language. Irreconcilable differences. Dissolution of marriage. Waiver of claims.

She went to Kier's study. His printer was on the desk, the one he never let her use because he said it was for business on
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desiresunshine
OMG and now we have to listen to her wine about it. You're perfectly capable of raising the baby and you can afford it.
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desiresunshine
I don't think I like her very much. The abortion makes her pathetic in my mind. I'm not anti abortion or anything but her logic behind the abortion pisses me off.
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