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Raine was so agitated that her body, which had not yet recovered, was even more fragile. She was so angry that she could not breathe.The doctor came in, gave her IV fluids and some more instructions, and then left.Mark’s handsome face had been grim and calm since Summer left. He did not speak again after she left.Lying in bed, Raine’s eyes flickered over him. A glow of joy rose in her heart. He signed the divorce papers!But then she thought of her own face, and the glow in her look and eyes dimmed again.She did not care about looks, but who would not care when a woman’s face was ruined like that?Mark got up from the couch and was striding his long legs out of the ward.Raine, who was half-leaning on the bed, sat up and stared at the figure, and asked, “Where are you going? I… Have nightmares…” Her voice was hoarse.He turned around and his eyes fell gently on her. In a deep voice, he answered, “I’m going to have a cigarette. I’ll be back soon…”“You can smoke right here,

Finally, everything had come to an end. They have officially divorced, and they would no longer matter to one another from that very moment. Who knew it was just that simple to go from being married to getting divorced? Or in other words, it was just a certificate that reduced them from a married couple to strangers. She reached out slowly to get the divorce decree, and suddenly, she felt an urge to cry. However, she had forced it down. Keeping her documents, she turned on her heel and left without looking back and without a word. He froze in place as his deep and narrowed eyes lingered on her back. He hadn't taken his divorce decree yet. The officer reminded as he softly called out to him, "Mr. Valentine." On the officer's fourth attempt did Mark return from his trance. He stared at the document for quite a while as if he had wanted his gaze to shred it into pieces. The officer had started to feel anxious from the way he had stared at the document. He had no clue as t

“What I want to know is, what is the reason for the divorce.” Daisy stared at her closely and could not bear to hear such news. Summer got married in a haste, and now wanted to divorce in the same fashion. Daisy wondered what she was doing. “The woman he loves has returned from abroad and reconciled with him,” Summer explained, as if it did not matter, with her eyes slightly looking down. “Then when you married him, didn’t you know that he already had a woman he loved?” Daisy was distraught, almost passing out. “I knew. That was why we were married by agreement. I married him because I wanted to keep the child in my womb. Mom, the doctor said that there is some issue with my uterus, and the chance of getting pregnant again is small. If I got an abortion, I would most likely not have children again in the future. I did not want to take that risk. I want this child, I want to give birth to him, and I want to experience the feeling of being a mother. I don’t want to live my life wit

They were divorced, yet she still made such an expression in front of her. It was a type of torment. Staring at Yvette, she slowly curled up the corner of her mouth into a sneer, and took back the cheque that she had just pushed away. “Thank you for the reminder, Mrs. Valentine. I will fill it out.” She bent down slightly, holding a pen, and wrote a series of numbers on the check. Yvette’s brows were knitted together, and she gasped when she glanced at the figure on the check. It was $1 billion. “Why are you giving me this reaction, Mrs. Valentine? Is it because I have demanded too little?” With a nonchalant smile at the corner of her mouth, Summer bent over and added a zero at the back of the figure, turning it into $10 billion. “You really have no sense of shame asking for this exorbitant amount!” Yvette cursed, gritting her teeth. “Look at your reaction, Mrs. Valentine. You thought I was pretending when I refused. Now that I have written the amount, you look at me with c

The kindergarten would only end at 12:00 pm. So Summer stood in the shade of a tree outside and waited, glancing down at the time from time to time. The gate of the kindergarten opened at 12:00 pm sharp, and a crisp, soft, cheerful voice came from a distance. “Mommy!” Immediately afterwards, a little white, cheerful figure plunged into Summer’s arms, hugged her neck with a pair of puppy dog eyes, and gave Summer a generous peck on her cheek. She held the little person in her arms with a smile, as her voice melted her heart. “Charlotte, say goodbye to your teacher.” Charlotte waved her small hand as told, her voice loud and clear as she said, “Goodbye, Ms.” Hand in hand, the mother and daughter headed off. Charlotte was cheerful and naughty. She blinked and asked, “Mommy, where are we going now?” “Going to grandma’s place.” While speaking, Summer glanced at the time again. The train would only depart at 3:00 pm. So she still had time to take Charlotte for lunch. “What would