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“I don’t need you stressing her out. It’s bad for the baby.” I stared at him, my heart breaking all over again. “She’s pregnant?” He nodded, finally looking up at me with a cold gaze. “Yeah. So don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Something inside me snapped. “I want a divorce.” For the first time in months, I saw a flicker of emotion on his face—surprise, maybe even anger—but I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t keep doing this. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

The gentleness on his face faded away and his eyes were hard to read. The memories that Lucas and I shared in his office flooded in my head. I recalled how he used to bend me over the vintage table when nobody was watching and made love to me. I swallowed the lump down my throat and pushed the memories at the back of my head. " I have brought the divorce papers. I have already signed them." I explained briefly, placing the papers on the huge vintage table carefully. Lucas didn't say a word, he looked at me then shifted his attention to the brown envelope on the table.

– You know, little nymph, he just needs to fuck me again to remember how much he likes my body and come running back to me. - Oh, I doubt it! He doesn't seem very enthusiastic about seeing you in your underwear. Trust me, I know how he gets when he's excited. – Manu replied confidently and self-assuredly, and that filled me with pride. – But let me tell you, your divorce scheme won't last long, after all, the hearing is coming up, then your divorce will be on paper again. But everyone here knows the reality, right?! The reality is that this divorce is a fait accompli from seven years ago, and the document you're so happily flaunting, where it says the divorce decree was revoked, is nothing b

Today, I am freeing you from all the burdens of this marriage thing. I am leaving for further studies. I have some dreams, and I want to live them. I hope you understand. I want to make my mama, grandpa, and grandmother proud. Here is my email address. Please send me the divorce papers here. I shall sign them gladly and send them back to you. I wish you all the happiness in the world. PS: By the way, I have bought a Christmas gift for you. I hope you like it. Take care. Regards,

boldly written on the papers. Gasps left my lips, and fat balls of hot tears began rolling down my cheeks. My heart instantly broke, leaving not a piece intact. Why was the man I loved divorcing me? What wrong had I done? Despite my condition, I had tried being a good wife. Why divorce me? "Dustin, these papers can't be for me. I think you're making a mistake. I know you love me," I said, trying to convince myself. "Love?" He raised his brow. "I feel nothing but disgust for you," He spat, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

They'd been planning this moment. He came back and shoved the papers at me, the edges hitting my chest. "Divorce papers. Sign them." I looked down at the documents in my shaking hands, my vision blurry with tears. "You'd rather do yourself good than stay in a marriage you'll never be loved in," he said coldly, like he was doing me a favor. I stared at the words on the page through my tears. Dissolution of marriage. Irreconcilable differences. My name—Rosa Nelson—typed next to his—Cassian Weldon.

Under the Unit's arrangements, he gave me a grand wedding and promised to treat me well for the rest of my life. But I never imagined that seven years of love and devotion wouldn't stand a chance against two months of Selene. The difference between love and apathy was as clear as day. As the thought crossed my mind, I forced down the metallic taste rising in my throat and pulled out the divorce papers under the recommendation letter Everest had just left. All he had to do was flip just one page further, and he would have seen our divorce papers. The ink was still fresh with his signature. I recalled what the nurse had hesitantly said in the hospital.

I know you want to be free from me and this relation and that's why I have signed the divorce paper and kept it in the drawer of our, sorry YOUR room. I love you Ranveer and I can’t look at you when you ask me to sign the divorce papers. I know you want to leave me and you can never love me like you used to and our relationship can never be the same but I love you Ranveer and I have written this so many times that you might be tired of reading it so I will end this letter by saying that I am freeing you from me and this relationship because I always want you to be happy even if that happiness is not with me.

She wanted me to grovel at her feet before we finalized the divorce so that she would have a chance to kick me aside while looking down at me from her pedestal. It was only natural that she wouldn't be able to accept it when she saw my relaxed and somewhat excited expression. Elena kept questioning me even when the staff member stamped the seals on our divorce certificates. "Don't you have anything to say to me, Thomas?" I rolled my eyes at her and said, "You're better off leaving as soon as possible to comfort your lover if you're free enough to engage in pointless banter with me, Ms. Clifford. He's probably crying his eyes out right now because he's been separated from you for so long."

“You enjoy humiliating me, don’t you?” “You’re pathetic,” she sneered. She could hardly believe she had once loved this man. Years of her life—wasted. She shoved a folder against his chest, stepping back, suffocated by the stench of alcohol clinging to him. Suffocated, just as this house had always suffocated her. Felix scowled down at the papers. “What is this?” He blinked at the words. “Divorce papers.” “And where exactly do you think you’ll go after the divorce?” Felix asked with contempt.