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MARY'S POV: "Mary." Her voice was warm, familiar. "It's been so long. How are you?" "I'm fine," I said. "I need to ask you something." "Of course. Anything." "I'm getting divorced. I need a lawyer." Silence. Long, heavy, uncomfortable silence. I could hear her breathing on the other end of the line. Could hear the rustle of papers, the click of a keyboard, the quiet sound of someone trying to figure out how to say no.

"Well, then I wish you both a lifetime of happiness. Make sure to stay together forever and not come back into the market." Ignoring Clark's displeasure, she placed the divorce certificate into her bag and walked away. Today was her fresh start, and she didn't want those scumbags to ruin her mood. After leaving the courthouse, Nyla went directly to a top law firm in Saintornia, where she found a lawyer specializing in divorce cases and handed him the divorce agreement. The two discussed the case for over an hour, and the lawyer, William Harwell, personally saw Nyla out of the firm.

I take mine across from her, putting some distance between us. "I told you to dress like you were going to church." My tone is bored but firm. "Sorry, I don't own anything like that." She smirks before shooting me a wink. I bring my fingers to my temples and press them, questioning why I became a divorce lawyer. "Lucky for you, I'm prepared," I say, letting out a sigh. We keep a closet of women's suit jackets and other pieces of clothing just for moments like this. Eighty percent of my clients are women. I won a giant divorce settlement for a woman my first year out of law school and now every woman wanting to divorce their husband thinks I'm the man to go to. Maybe I am because I'm good at

she croaked, sipping her bitter coffee. The lawyer looked stunned. “Well, that’s... extreme.” He looked at Eulalia, her face expressionless but her eyes icy cold, and sighed. “Divorce cases are complicated, mostly because of asset division.” “I’ll walk away with nothing. Not a single penny.” Had Percival pushed her to such an edge that she was willing to divorce at any cost? “I’ll do my best to help you,” the lawyer assured. “Thanks. What else should I prepare?” “More evidence would help. And witnesses.”

He announced, sipping his drink. “I’m her lawyer, sir.” He informed Mr Wolfe, walking towards him and stretching to him. “These are her divorce papers. She requests that you review and sign them. Also, she wants no settlement and just freedom.” Mr Wolfe went numb for a second. So, she wasn't bluffing when she said she wanted a divorce. He stared at the folder, a chill running through his spine. Seeing how he wasn't taking it, the Lawyer placed it on the center table. “Take that away from my house!” He yelled, his neck veins popping as he held tightly into his cup as though wanting to squeeze the living daylights out of it.

I answered it anyway. "Hello" "Is this Bella Roberts" a woman's voice asked. "Yes" "This is Lisa Jake from Jake and Associates Law Firm. Your friend Tanya gave me your information. She said you need a divorce lawyer" "Yes" I said. "Yes I do" "Can you come to my office today at two" I looked at Tanya who nodded. "Yes I can be there" "Good" Lisa said. "Bring any documentation you have about assets and finances" "Okay"

"But I assumed you'd want to stay. The money, the lifestyle, the security—I thought that's what you married me for." "I married you because I had no other options and I was taught to be grateful for scraps." I meet his eyes. "But I'm done being grateful for things that hurt me. I'm filing for divorce in December." Something like relief crosses his face. "Good." "Good?" "We've wasted five years pretending. At least we can stop wasting more." He picks up his wine again. "My lawyer is Rebecca Walsh. She's excellent. Specializes in high-asset divorce. I'll give you her number if you want. She'll make sure you get what you're entitled to."

I continued No she repeated waving her hand In disagreement But I wasn't about to give up so I pushed on He would be perfect I continued “No, no, no. I want you. Ms. Clare said that you are the best and that you are almost like a therapist to her and now she's so happy. I just want to get out of this thing happy. Okay? So I want you, you and only you. That man took my entire life. He owes me!" she said angry, not wanting to hear anything more about giving her to another lawyer from me “May I ask why you want a divorce?" I asked, realizing I havent really thought of the reason behind the divorce

I muttered as Caleb started the engine. He glanced at me. “What about it?” “It’s obvious he’s not going to give me the divorce without a fight.” Caleb’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. I took a deep breath. “We need to meet with the lawyer.” “We need to strategize,” I continued. “Because more than anything… I need that divorce.” He didn’t hesitate. He reached over and intertwined our fingers together. His grip was warm, firm. Reassuring. “Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’ll make sure your wish comes true.”

"I'm going to divorce my husband…" "What?" Ethan exclaimed. He sucked in a breath immediately and figured he might have been out of tone. But the hell Pete was thinking to have set her up with a woman who wanted a divorce from her husband? He was a real estate lawyer, and though he dabbled into criminal law now and then, that was all about it--he wasn't a divorce lawyer, neither does he have any experience on how best to advice a woman to go about getting a smooth divorce consent from her husband, whom by the look on the woman's face, terrified her.