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“She’s about to find out she can’t.” I nodded slowly. Somewhere across the city, Cassian Blackridge believed this divorce was a clean break. He was wrong. Because this morning, for the first time since the papers were signed, I wasn’t just surviving. I was choosing. And that choice small and quiet as it was would change everything.

She continued to coerce Sydney, " Part of you know he doesn't love you. What man doesn't put his wife first? He wanted a housewife, and when you proved to him you aren't one, he hurt you, blamed you for every little thing, and now he's cheating on you." "He can't. Gavin, he loves-" She didn't believe her thoughts. "He love my children." Avery's eyes widened humorously, "And what about you?" Painful tears poured down Sydney's cheek. She didn't want to believe it. She couldn't imagine Gavin with another woman. Her heart wouldn't take it. Gavin still felt a bit of love for her, that should mean something! But didn't he ask for a divorce? He wanted to leave her for another woman.

He was, in fact, the worst kind of person—someone who took without giving, who demanded loyalty but offered none in return. Her decision was final. She would no longer waste her days yearning for Kelvin’s love, a love that had never truly existed. Instead, her heart had turned toward Daniel, a man who had shown her kindness, warmth, and a love that felt genuine and unselfish. Daniel’s presence in her life had been a beacon of hope, a reminder that she deserved more than the hollow marriage she had endured. Alice now allowed herself to dream of a future with him, a future where she could finally be happy. She hoped that once her divorce from Kelvin was finalized, she and Daniel could build a

“What? No. I mean, we can’t keep pretending the marriage works or is going to work.” “Pretending? Alexander, I threw my life away for you. Three years of my life and you call it pretending? I’ve tried everything to make us work, please don’t do this to me.” I begged while walking towards him wiping my tears off. “Don’t come near me,” Alexander said as he moved away. I stood there wondering what I ever did wrong, or why he didn’t love me. He walked away and I fell to the ground. The weight of his words and actions crushed me. I cried so loudly, the divorce papers slipping from my hands.

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It seemed like their conversation ended because Lois proceeded to leave, but he pulled her back and kissed her. I felt so angry and jealous and wanted to punch the jerk in the face, but I didn’t move. After all, Lois said this was a loveless marriage, and her contract talked about boundaries. I could not look again and hurried to the room and lay on the bed. I did not know what to do after seeing my wife, who left our house for days, only to come back home kissing a man in our driveway. So I just laid down and didn’t move. Even when she came in, I pretended not to know she was there.

Anytime she wanted to stop, he always assured her that he loved her and not Rachel, and because she loved him, she always agreed. When he got married to Rachel, it was the saddest day of her life, but then he surprised her by coming to her house on his wedding night and taking her virginity. Since then, anytime he lied to Rachel that he was going on a business trip, he always came to her place, assuring her how much he loved her and how he only wanted Rachel for her family's money. He had always promised her that after he and Rachel got divorced, he would get married to her and they would start a family of their own, and the dream was finally coming true. All her life, she had devoted hersel

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

The mansion looms behind me, huge and cold and suddenly not mine at all. I don’t look back insted I pull my phone out with shaking hands and open my messages. Maya. My best friend. Or at least I thought she was. My fingers hover over the screen for a second before I type. He asked me for a divorce. Tonight. I don’t know what happened. I’m leaving. The message sends. Three little dots appear almost immediately. My chest tightens with a tiny spark of hope. Her reply comes fast. You deserve it you are a whore.