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For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder. She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year. That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years. But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce." She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence. I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."

After that, she stepped closer and said, "I can marry you, but only if you agree that once we're married, we live our own separate lives and don't get in each other's way. Otherwise, I'm not marrying you!" I stared at her coldly. "The one I'm marrying is Michelle Cooper." "Michelle? She can't have kids, and she looks like she's about to collapse. You seriously want to marry her?" Kara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. "Even if you marry Michelle, you're not gonna be satisfied. She's so weak that you'll end up sneaking around with someone else sooner or later." Right then, Oscar rushed to Kara's side, his lips shaking.

Folding my hands together, I made a silent wish. "May your future be bright, Joe. May all your dreams come true." I blew out the candle. Darkness swallowed the room again. My eyes held no tears—only emptiness. Unlocking my phone, I stopped at an unread message. It was from the manager at the beauty salon where I worked part-time. [Belle, we've got a big client from Great Eastern University tomorrow. Can you come in?]

I grab the manila folder full of the regional strategies and glare at Otto. "Wait!" he finally gathers his voice. "I promise it's nothing that would hurt you. I'm sorry," he adds. I stare at him as he runs his fingers through his hair and brings his palm back down over his face, but I can still feel my skin itching, and his words do not bring me relief. "Where is this challenge taking place? I haven't had a chance to look at the paperwork Father's assistant gave me this morning," I say, now facing Krish.

The room was lined with files, safes, and a singular desk. I moved quickly, scanning through the documents. Then I found it. A dossier. Marked with my father’s name. Aurora stepped beside me. “Damien… what is it?” I opened the file. And my entire world tilted. The Truth Inside were letters, contracts, hidden agreements. But one page stood out. A birth certificate. My pulse pounded as I read the name. Not mine. Cassian Moreau’s. My stomach dropped. The father’s name listed—

Schmidt! I patted his shoulder and pushed myself out of his grip. Calmly, I handed him the document I'd prepared. "I don't trust you. Not unless you transfer all your assets to me." His eyes darted to mine, but I kept going. "I have no children—just you. But you? You've got a kid and another family waiting for you outside. How am I supposed to believe anything you say?" Neil stared at the agreement in silence, the seconds dragging out. Finally, his voice came hoarse and shaky. "Pulling that much money out of the company... it might not be appropriate."

Great, that was my only wish. I didn’t want to be compared to that man, and I sure didn’t want to be like my father-in-law. “It’s alright, sir—really.” I handed Livia a Business Card. “But if you do happen to change your mind—please give me a call,” I said. “And whatever you’re earning right now? I’ll triple it.” Livia’s eyes widened briefly; I guessed it was because of the money. “I have a baby.” She blurted. “Seven months old poops and cries all day.”

Everyone's goes to quite then I go to Veer and hand him the papers. "What is this"he asked. I don't sat anything. He start to read then stood up. "Divorce papers" he whispered and look at me with shock all over on his face.. . . . Please like and comment on my story. Also please follow me. Thank you.❤❤❤

I needed Sancho to promise that he'll provide the best life. “I promise,” he finally agreed. “It's a deal, then.” It seemed like both of us had thorns removed from our chests as we looked more relaxed after our talk. Sancho wasted no time. When I was about to sleep, he knocked on my room door with a piece of paper. ‘SUPPORT AND LIVING ARRANGEMENT AGREEMENT’ That was written in bold letters. “Are you scared that I'll change my mind?” I asked, seeing how serious this document looked. He's doing the right thing to ask for this. It's just that I wasn't expecting him to do this so soon. It hasn't even been two hours since we had that conversation.