"Go ahead with the divorce, Antonio. I've already signed the agreement."I dropped the divorce papers onto Antonio Rivera's desk."Stop joking," he said without even looking up. He continued scanning his reports. "I have a dinner appointment tonight. I don't have time for this nonsense.""I'm not joking," I said, my words firm. "I want a divorce."Finally, he glanced up, clearly irritated."You know I don't like jokes like that."His subordinates wisely excused themselves, shooting me pitying looks."I'm not joking," I said again with my fists clenched, forcing myself to look him in the eyes.Antonio Rivera stood up, towering over me. The scent of his cologne mixed with cigar smoke made my throat tighten."Sweetheart." He pulled me close, his voice low as it brushed against my ear."Your mother's medication costs a thousand dollars per pill, and she needs six pills a day. If you divorce me, she'll die."I gritted my teeth, hatred flooding my chest.I had once been mes
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