When Gideon handed me the signed agreement, impatience was written all over his face. "From now on, if it's anything about the renovation contract, talk to Chelsea. Do whatever she says."He had no idea that the document he had just signed was not a renovation contract at all. It was our divorce agreement.I had wanted us to part on good terms.The first time I asked Gideon for a divorce was at a family gathering. Without warning, he threw a glass of water in my face and demanded coldly, "What are you trying to pull?"The second time, I brought the divorce papers to his lab. He tore them to pieces on the spot and flung them in my face. "Would you quit bothering me?"The third time, I waited outside his study for hours, blocking the doorway. He never came out. Instead, through the closed door, he told me to get lost.This time, I learned my lesson. I went to his adopted sister, Chelsea, first. A faint smile curved her crimson lips as she called Gideon right in front of me.Just o
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