My Husband Only Has Eyes for Another
He clinked glasses and chatted away, so happy that he was practically floating on Cloud Nine.
Hugo sat beside me, wearing that annoyingly cheeky look. "So, are you really getting divorced for me? I mean, I don't mind. You finalize the divorce in the morning, and we can get married in the afternoon. For the wedding, we can just do a destination ceremony. How about North Oropa?"
I frowned, no longer having the patience to put up with his nonsense. "It's a horrible idea. Also, can you just shut up?"
Just then, someone approached me. "Ms. Westwind, may I have a drink with you?"
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