At the Grant residence, Timothy sat quietly at his desk, his fingers tracing the name "Josie" on the divorce agreement. The ink was neat and precise, yet carried a sharp finality. The date written on it was the same day his scandal with Yasmin went public.He had always thought of me as jealous and scheming, causing countless problems, and even leading Amber to her death. And yet… wasn't it all so that I could keep my place as Mrs. Grant?Outside, the leaves of the trees rustled in the wind, while a wave of frustration pressed down on his chest. Suddenly, he remembered the last words I had said to him as he left the hospital, "Timothy, I've long stopped needing you."That night, the ashtray on his desk filled with cigarette butts, one after another. I had intruded into his private world, causing the death of the person he valued most. And yet, that night, he felt something that had always been part of his life suddenly vanish.He didn't feel much pain, but the emptiness was unbeara
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