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these two are idiots. Orville wondered what was funny, he finally allowed Flora to disenagaged from his right grip. Flora chuckled again and covered her mouth, this man seemed to love her so much that he didn't want her to think about divorce at all...aww ..such a loving billionaire. Flora raised the divorce paper in her hand and said, "this divorce papers belongs to my father...see the name there "

“I’m praying he will be. I can’t imagine my life without him. Ryan’s parents arrived last night. They made me come down here to eat something. But I couldn’t face it.” April nodded in understanding. “The food here isn’t the best. I don’t know what it is about hospitals.” She then looked at the rings on April’s finger. “Is your husband supporting you?” April looked down at the rings, turning them around her finger. Before shaking her head again. She then gave a short laugh. “No, He has better things to do.” She couldn’t depend on Noah for anything. She was still waiting on the divorce papers. She gave a small frown, not sure why the hold up.

Angelica regretted it. She looked at Karli and said, "When I married into the Richmond family, I had a best-selling novel in hand. Over the years, my novel has continued to bring in profits. Where is that contract now? The Richmond family still owes me. I'm going to tell Humberto about the divorce now." Karli heard her say this and couldn't help but laugh: "Are you delusional? Your novel? That was written by my son, what does it have to do with you? You're crazy!"

Chapter 5 Nichole's POV The door to my cell creaked open, and I saw Blake stride inside with his handbag, Lydia, curled up against his body like the snake she was. "What do you want?" I frowned, not wanting to stare at their betrayal. A paper flapped through the air until it was staring straight into my face. My eyes narrowed, and then it dropped. "Divorce?" I mumbled in disbelief. "Of course he's going to divorce you," Lydia clicked her tongue. "Blake is a very important man in society, and you, a lowlife, will only drag his name through the mud. Not to mention now that you're an ex-convict."

On my way there," I started to let out loud sob sounds again, breaking my sentences. I took out my phone and tried to open my phone so I could show her the pictures but my hands trembled. I couldn't even successfully unlock my phone. I dropped the phone in frustration and pointed at it. "It is there, the pictures, they're in my phone," I sputtered uncontrollably and incoherently. Clara squeezed my hand. "Calm down, Ana. Take your time. Breathe." I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. When I spoke again, my voice didn't tremble so much anymore but it was small and I could still feel the tears running down my face. "As I made my way to his place, I received a message from an unknown number. They

His gaze was sharp, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Welcome, Mrs. Sierra,” Brade said, rising to shake my hand. “Please, have a seat.” I sat on the sofa, and he took the one opposite me. “As I mentioned over the phone, I want to file for divorce from my husband, Ronan Alexander Vellard.” I pronounced his name clearly, as though carving it into the air. “Can you help me with that, Mr. Brade?” Brade leaned back, fingertips pressed together before his lips, studying me as if reading between my words.

Liora sat on the balcony of Xavier’s luxurious home, a cup of warm tea in her hand. Leaning back in the wicker chair, she gazed at the bustling city below as lights flickered to life against the fading sunset. Her thoughts, however, were fixed on the news flashing across her tablet screen. The headlines splashed across every media outlet screamed a single story: Bella Anderson Files for Divorce Against Noah Anderson. Liora stared at the screen for a long moment before a slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.

Once Jayna's gone, everywhere goes silent. “Uhm– have you a seat,” I say, short of words. She stares at the couch and shakes her head. “That won't be necessary. I'm here to get the divorce papers myself,” I stopped breathing. “Wha— what?” She extends her hand. “The divorce papers, Killian.” I'm trying hard not to stutter, to be calm. She crosses her arms, impatient. But the look in her eyes tells me all I need to know. I move and she stands there, watching.

So what option did they give you? "I have less than 6 hours to leave this Country and divorce my husband." Mr. Miner stands up and does that ridiculous chuckle or laugh of his. "Look! Let's make a deal. Call their bluff! Leave the Country for a few months! I get paid, and I'll pay you a quarter of a million dollars. I know you could use the money. I'll destroy the photos, and you and Mr. Morton can stay married and get back together later, richer and happier for it."