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166 Still Getting a Divorce

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 17:53:12

(Serena)

“You lit that fuse in me, Serena. That fire made me who I am now. That money came because I finally became someone who could stand on his own—and you were part of that. Now I want to offer you the financial freedom to do that for yourself.”

I shake my head. “You don’t owe me—”

“I know I don’t owe you!” he growls. “That’s the whole fucking point. This isn’t about owing you. This is about honoring you.”

I don’t know what to say to that.

“And by the way,” he adds, voice lower but dangerous now, “a lawyer would’ve gotten you twice that. Maybe more. You can go to court and take half.”

“I never wanted anything from you but love and to be put first.”

“I know. And that’s why you’re the only person I’d ever give something like that to. Because you don’t ask. Because you don’t expect. But you do deserve. And you need to let me help you put yourself first now.”

His chest rises and falls as he steps closer, his words burning with sincerity.

“That’s why I had to do it before you said no.
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