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"I didn't have a reason to." "Of course you did." Her voice stays smooth. "Your husband doesn't remember your divorce." The words land cleanly. My gaze sharpens. "It hasn't been finalized." "Yet." A brief silence stretches between us. Then she gestures lightly down the hall. "Walk with me." I don't move at first. Then I do.

Her former mother-in-law asked, looking at the background of where Lydia was standing. Hearing her ex-mother-in-law ask about Reino made Lydia even more confused. They had divorced a month ago, how could they have dinner together? "Reino didn't say anything?" asked Lydia a little hesitantly. "What should I know, Lydia?" She asked confused, but a smile soon spread across her face. "Are you pregnant?" The ex-mother-in-law asked with a happy face. Lydia couldn't bear to say that they were divorced. It's just too cruel for her sweet ex mother in law.

Inside it are all kinds of decorations, and in the refrigerator is a cake I've made myself after squeezing time out of my busy schedule to learn intermittently for a month. My only wish is to celebrate with him. Today is my birthday, no, it's past midnight. My birthday has already passed. On the first day of my 27th year, my husband filed for a divorce. How ironic. A dry laughter tore from my lips. Wiping my tears, I sighed. “Happy birthday.”

“I’m strong. Nothing can scare me anymore.” At that moment, my phone vibrated. A message from a major client: “Devia, your team is amazing. We want to expand our contract with your company. Great work.” I smiled widely, feeling a satisfaction I had never known. This wasn’t just a professional victory—it was personal. I had proven to myself, Argantara, and Revania that I was no longer a submissive wife or a puppet in anyone’s hands. A few weeks later, the divorce was finally finalized at the civil office. I sat alone in the archives room, signing the last document. Each stroke of the pen on the paper felt like freeing myself from old chains.

She had just hung up when Jeremy’s call came through. “Hailey, I knew you’d understand me,” he said. “The company is about to go public, and this is the only option I have. Don’t worry, divorce is just a piece of paper. It won’t change what we have. I’ll send my secretary to pick you up. Tonight, we’ll celebrate.” Hailey was stunned to learn that, in his eyes, divorce was something worth celebrating. She did not refuse. After loving each other for ten years, a farewell dinner did seem appropriate.

He halted and came to me squatting on the floor with his hands trying to touch my hair as I avoided hit from happening, he let out a smile and I told myself I would not be charmed by his smile, “We both benefited from the sex, you liked it and I liked it, in quote, I just enjoy f**king you with no strings attach okay, live a good life, Gina.” I can’t believe this, he was just having fun with me, I can’t take this anymore, this is just too much for one day for me, I was running out of breath and before I could say a word, Liam already left. With heartbreak and all, I rushed to my room, located my pen, signed the divorce papers and left a handwritten note which said, “Thank you for the birthda

"That's right. They just arrived. Thank you hubby." When the call ended, Gemma grabbed the envelope and tore it open as if she was looking forward to the divorce. Aside from the divorce papers, there was a Happy Divorce card signed off with a note in his handwriting at the bottom. [Honestly, I didn't know these existed. To think people celebrate occasions that are supposed to be heartbreaking.] She could picture him laughing as he wrote that part and smiled as she read the rest of it. [But who am I to judge? I'm the happiest man on earth today. Darrell asked me what I was happy about and when I told him that I was divorcing you, he looked like he was about to feel my forehead for a fever.]

What mattered was that we were happy. I never heard from my ex-husband again. After our annulment was finalized, Kastor and I got married a few months later. I was three months pregnant at the time, though my belly wasn’t showing yet. I was overjoyed that our baby was part of our wedding. Life has been good to us. No more ex barging in, no more heartbreaks. Sure, we sometimes disagree, but our makeup sex is always worth it. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I’m proud to have this family. A mother to my adorable children and a wife to my irresistible father-in-law. This is my true happy ending.

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.

Today marked our Seventh anniversary, and my husband's birthday—Oh! The big seven. Seven years of doing life together. I wanted this day to be special, so I decided to surprise him. I went into his room, holding a cake, and singing the happy birthday song for him. He blinked open his eyes. "Happy birthday, my love, and happy anniversary to us," I said, stretching out the cake to him, "Make a wish, baby, and blow off your candles." He sized me from up to down and sighed.