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Chapter 205: Deal
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2025-08-18 08:05:27The moment the office door clicked shut behind us, I spun around, my heels biting softly into the carpet. There’s no reason to delay this anymore.
“I’m not here to play games, Regan,” I snapped, the heat rising in my throat before I could hold it back. “Sign the divorce papers.”
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t move. He just stood there—hands at his sides, posture maddeningly calm—his eyes locked on mine like he had been waiting for this exact moment.
“No,” he said.
The word hit like a wall. My fingers curled into fists at my sides. “I’m not asking.”
“I know,” he replied.
That was it. No explanation. Just two words that made my blood boil.
“Then why won’t you just sign them?” I demanded. My voice cracked slightly, not from weakness—but from frustration. From the rage that had been sitting in my chest for years. “You had seven years. Seven years. You don’t get to do this now. You don’t get to suddenly act like any of these matters
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