My Billionaire Ex Forgot Our Divorce:I Became His Wife Again
She walks away without another word, heels clicking evenly down the corridor, and I stand there a long moment before I let myself sit down again, alone, in a hospital hallway at two in the morning, having just agreed to move back into a house I spent three years learning to survive.
I don't cry. I don't know if I even want to anymore. I just sit with it, the way I've learned to sit with most things quietly, until it stops feeling like the ground is moving.
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My phone buzzes twice before I bother to check it.
The first is from my lawyer, a brief, formal line confirming the filing has gone through, that the divorce is now officially in process, that he'll be in touch once the court