Lin Shannel brewed coffee, added a cube of sugar, and seasoned it with milk, before picking up the mug, lifting it towards her lips, and drinking slowly. Just her everyday routine, morning coffee, but why in the hell did it hurt so badly? Why did the liquid substance feel so old? So worn out. She sighed. She couldn't do this. Placing the mug back on the table, she kicked off her slippers, and walked towards the living room. Her once bustling room was filled with no one, the kids were off to visit their paternal grandfather, the sight was not that good to watch. It reminded her of her early days when she joined the industry. So lonely. She sighed, she had her schedule ready, but suddenly, she didn't feel like going anywhere, she just wanted to stay home, cry in her pillow and finalize the divorce preparations. Her Asher. They were going to split, the back of her neck hurt so much, the man she loved was going to divorce him without blinking her eye lids. Footsteps growled from the
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