Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
Summer Knowlesdivorcing me three years after my deathmr. hawthorne, your wife wants a divorce againthree years wasted, i married mr·rightafter three years of silent marriage
he said with a shrug.
She barely managed to swallow, resisting the urge to spit it out.
Setting the glass down, she feigned composure. "It’s a little sour, not really my taste. Like eating an underripe orange—half yellow, half green, all acidity."
The old man’s eyes lit up.
"Remarkable," he murmured. "That’s exactly how I would describe it."
Sarah finally took a good look at the man before her - no, the elderly gentleman.
He wasn't well-dressed, wearing just casual clothes with several patches on his pants.