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Maybe Marcus had finally decided to explain. My hands trembled as I opened it. My world stopped. The glass slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. My body felt as though ice water had been poured through my veins. My eyes blurred as I read the words again and again, praying they would change. It wasn’t a love letter. It wasn’t an apology. It was a divorce letter. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. Tears streamed freely as I stumbled into the living room, fumbling through my bag for my phone. My hands shook so badly that I emptied everything onto the floor just to find it.

I muttered. She didn’t stop. I watched her tuck a folded sweater into the side pocket. Wrap the charger cord neatly. Pick up a folded envelope and slip it into the side of her purse. “Natalie’s gone,” I snapped, louder now. “The dog’s back. What more do you want?” She turned slowly, then. And when our eyes finally met, I swear—for a second—I felt like a stranger looking at a stranger. “I just want a divorce.” Her voice was low. Controlled. So quiet it felt like a knife between my ribs.

" Clement's face turned red with rage. Normally, he'd explode right about now. But this time, he was so choked up, he couldn't even get a word out. I glanced curiously at Vincent. He must have come from a powerful family—Clement wouldn't be holding back like this otherwise. Still, this was my fight. I couldn't let anyone else fight it for me. I stepped forward and looked Clement right in the eye. "I came here today to make one thing clear: I'm divorcing you. I don't care what your answer is. I've made up my mind. If you won't sign peacefully, then I'll take this to court. I don't care if it takes years, but that might delay your little sweetheart's future."

I take long strides towards the bed, willing to get done with whatever it is she wants so she can be out of my room and I can sit and think through the new plan I am already formulating in my head on how to strike Zayden hard and deep. I pick the file up and fling it open. The first thing my eyes come across is the word LEGAL written in bold letters of the first chapter. I need no soothsayer to tell me what it is that Paige wants now. "I want a divorce, Damien", she utters softly, more like a whisper and like an affirmation of what I am thinking. What I am holding is a divorce paper that needs to be signed for Paige to be free from the cage I have her locked in. But I have no idea if I want

She turned before he could finish and walked away without hesitation. She did not want to listen to his guilt-tripping. It sounded like praises, but they were accusations of her being immature and unkind. That night, Gia took the divorce papers she had prepared and knocked on the door of his study. He sat deeply focused in front of his laptop and had a few books in front of him. One glance was all it took for Gia to see that the books were pregnancy nutrition guides. Her fingers trembled slightly. "What is it?" he asked without looking up.

The plane hit turbulence. Or maybe that was because every inch of me had responded to what his words had implied. "I'd rather die," I said. "Noted." But his eyes told me he didn’t believe it. "Moving on. Pages twenty-one through thirty cover business matters. You are not entitled to my business and I have no interest in yours if you start one. Clean financial separation." "That divorce occupies pages thirty-one through forty, '' Lucas says gently. “How it will be dealt with, public relations management, division of assets accumulated during marriage, which is essentially none since everything is separate.”

Even her name, repeatedly slipping from his own lips. “She left?” he said softly, as if only now realizing the truth. “After she seduced me last night?” Calvin stood rigid for a few seconds before his anger finally exploded. “DAMN IT! YOU WRETCHED WOMAN!” His hand crushed the divorce letter until it wrinkled. His chest rose and fell, his breathing rapid. He threw the brown folder onto the bed, then noticed something else on the bedside table. Two marriage books. Calvin grabbed them roughly. His eyes narrowed, his jaw hardened. The books lay neatly there, as if Camelia had deliberately left them behind as a sign that everything was truly over.

DIVORCE ON SURPRISE IVY'S POV "I want a divorce." Rowan’s voice echoes through the sitting room as he throws what look like divorce papers onto the desk in front of me. Tonight is supposed to be our third anniversary, and I’ve prepared all his favorite dishes—only for him to come home and shatter my world with these documents.

He stood up slowly, his face returning to the past cold and distant demeanor. He took out a small green booklet from his bag and tossed it onto me, saying, "No need to go through the trouble. This is what you've been yearning for." I was momentarily stunned, holding it in my hands. On the deep green cover, the words "Divorce Document" shone uncomfortably in the sunlight, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Jaclyn Dills was indeed that kind of person; when it came to divorce, he could handle it without my involvement. I suddenly looked up, "Perry."

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