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he calls out, staring at me with drawn brows out of confusion. “You’re neck…” he whispers and tries to reach for my mark, but I shake my head and step back. All reasons come back to me, immediately making me wipe my lips as if such an act can clear the storm that’s bolting inside me, while my other hand holds my neck to hide it away. “We’re divorced, Keegan,” I utter with a trembling voice. “We shouldn’t be doing this. And whatever my condition is, it’s not for you to bother yourself with.”

It was a text from Cyril. “The security told me that you just stepped out. If you don't want a divorce, come back home this minute. If you pass the night outside, consider this marriage over,” I read the text as tears gushed down my eyes. I can't even have a moment of relief anymore because I married a narcissist.

Lycus’s soft voice played first: “I’ll come back to you soon.” Sandra’s sweet, scheming giggle followed. “Lycus, can I claim the Devotion Lattice tomorrow? Sundar’s identity would be perfect for our honeymoon story. I get to be Sundar, don’t I?” After a short pause, Lycus’s gentle, indulgent voice sealed all lies. “Okay. Tomorrow, I’ll announce you as Sundar.”

she said, giggling again at something he had said. Tomorrow, both of us will be free, I said in my head as I carefully sat down on the chair next to hers and moved the divorce paper across the little space between us, dropping it right in front of her. “Oh my gosh, Kyle, the photo you sent about the northern lights was perfect,” she said into her phone, giggling. A fresh frown coated my already down face as I looked up at Clara’s face, she was so closed up in her little bubble with Kyle that she hadn't even noticed the divorce paper I dropped in front of her.

Then, without a word, I pulled a thick stack of papers from my bag. "Ninety-nine divorce agreements," I said. "Not one missing. The last one's signed. Finn, I'm done fighting with you. Let's divorce."

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

"It's been three years. Even a cat would've gotten attached by now. But look at you. We get a divorce, and you already can't wait to erase every trace of us? You won't even keep a single keepsake?" Look at that—classic textbook male logic. He was the one stepping out on the marriage, he was the one demanding a divorce, and somehow I was the bad guy for wanting a clean break. I lifted my head and looked at him calmly. "Let's just keep our dignity intact, Tristan." The light in his eyes dimmed at once. He let out a bitter, self-deprecating chuckle and stepped to the side. "Right… Let's keep our dignity. Go, then."

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It had been a week since Amara had filed for divorce on the basis of domestic violence, infidelity, and mental torture. Lucian had provided her with the best lawyers who were able to squeeze Brandon until he gave in. He was furious at first, but then he began to beg for another chance. He knew he would lose everything and would not hold his position another day. Lauren hated the Rostovas with a passion and when she heard what her daughter had done, she was enraged and threatened to disown her if she did not drop the case but Amara had grown beyond manipulation and would not let anyone threaten her.

The bleeding increased, and my body grew colder. "Fine! We'll divorce now!" Nick made several calls in front of me. With his power, divorce was a small matter that did not have to be delayed until morning. The bureau chief tried to exchange pleasantries, but Nick shouted, "Divorce! Don't you understand? Now!" The other end went silent. About five minutes later, they spoke again, "Mr. Hawk, the paperwork is done." Nick stood by my bed, slowly closing his eyes. "You heard them. They say we're divorced."