Divergent Candor の小説・ストーリー

Never wear dresses around Kyle. I could stop him. I should stop him. But I didn’t. “Invoicing received one million, three hundred and thirty five thousand dollars…” My voice trembled as his fingers pressed against me through my panties. “A balance of…” “Go on,” he murmured, his voice low, his eyes locked on mine. “A balance of four million dollars.” He spread my legs further. “So Devan Logistics owes us four million?” “Yes.” My body jerked as his finger slipped inside me.

Dana turned to Gary and slowly said, "You were the one who tricked me into signing the divorce papers! You were the one who shoved my head into the ice bucket and forced me to admit to some wrongdoing I never committed, even when I was dying! You were the one who turned around and held that big wedding with Sandy that everyone knew about! You even... became a real married couple, didn't you?!" She paused, her tone full of disdain. "So why are you pretending to be so devoted now, Gary? Don't you think you're being so laughable right now?" Gary's face went pale. His chest felt as if it had been torn open, the pain spreading everywhere. His eyes turned red, his voice rough and shaking. "No, Dan

"It's true. I'm divorced." She nodded slowly, like this confirmed something she had suspected. "Then I don't want to work with you anymore," she said, and started to close the door. "Wait," I said, stepping forward. "Please, let's talk about this. Let me explain—" But the door was already closing. Already shutting me out. I stood there in the hallway, my chest heaving, trying to process what had just happened. And then it clicked. Dr. Morrison. My rival had done this. Had poisoned my patient against me. Had used my divorce as a weapon to undermine my credibility.

I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes, until you're ready. After parting ways with Gordon, I returned to the hotel where I was staying. Thinking about his tender confession, I couldn't help but feel my face grow warm. But the moment I saw Sebastian standing at my door, my entire body turned cold. "Honey." His hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled—a far cry from his usual meticulous self. "I don't think we have any reason to see each other again. And for the record, I'm not your Honey." His bloodshot eyes filled with desperation as he rasped, "No, you are still my wife. I won't agree to a divorce."

She was afraid to go outside because people would insult her and throw rotten eggs at her wherever she went. Brandon couldn't help Luna because he was struggling to manage his own problems. He sold half of his company shares for 20 million dollars in cash. When news of our divorce became public, board members who already disliked him seized the opportunity to remove him from the company. Most of his employees switched their loyalty to Leona since everyone knew who offered better career prospects.

Isabella quickly spoke, completely unaware of the dark aura emanating from Cedric. When it came to the divorce, Cedric felt like it was a massive stone lodged in his chest. He had given her some freedom for a while, but now...! She seemed to be slipping away from his grasp even more. He was the prodigy of the entire Verde City. Yet, at this moment, he had to admit that his own wife had dumped him. This divorce was not at all dignified! Just as Isabella was about to say something, nurses and doctors entered the room. They respectfully addressed Cedric, "Mr. Johnson, the operating room is ready."

I started the conversation. I chose not to head straight to the point, just to ensure a smooth conversation. I wanted to be certain that Dante paid full attention, to avoid making it seem as though I was speaking to myself alone. “Get on with it immediately. I am all ears,” he consented. “I am filing for divorce. Olivia and I have decided to go our separate ways,” I unleashed the bombshell that forced Dante to leave his seated position. “What did you just say? This must be a prank, isn't it? Wait a minute! What has this got to do with Adrian?”

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”

In addition, the strong fruity fragrance of Nica’s sunscreen that densely punched my nose, giving me siege of headaches. Liam lover carried me to our bedroom for I straight down guzzled numerous glasses of premium red wine last night. Slivers of memories suddenly gushed inside my head. Supercuts of Marco’s mind-blowing fire spinning performance, Jake’s cartwheel flops, that almost broke his ankle, and Liam’s tipsiness that made him bend on one’s knees, play pretending an engagement proposal to me. Everybody is wild and out of control. I wonder what would the valets think of our madness earlier. I couldn’t toss and turn because of the strait bed, so I stiffened up like a hollow freckled log r