Tuberose
The impact shatters the glass, sending shards flying in all directions.
The room falls into stunned silence as I retrieve the divorce papers from the floor, my eyes locked on the lawyer. He swallows hard, unable to meet my gaze.
The shattered glass, like my broken marriage, lies in ruins at my feet, a stark and painful reminder of the chaos that has consumed my life.
I pivot to face Michael, who stands there with an emotionless mask. With a mixture of anger, frustration, and profound sadness, I take the divorce papers in my left hand and forcefully toss them at him. The papers land on his chest, scattering slightly before falling to the floor.
الفصول الرائجة