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I called but she held out her palm to stop me. "You're even calling me with your wife's name!" She screeched. Oh shit. "I'm..." "No problem." She gave me a tight lipped smile and rolled her eyes. "I just want you to love me. Is that too much to ask for?" I raked my hand through my hair. "I am trying Mesta! I am really trying and you are making this so damn hard." I heaved. "Then do it." "Do what?" "Divorce her."

I was Damian Valenti’s legal wife. But to the rest of New York, Sofia Bellini was the woman he planned to marry—and I was the pregnant mistress who refused to let him go. Damian said it was only for show. Sofia’s husband had died saving his life, and he had promised to protect her. She needed the wedding and the title of Donna. I already had what mattered: his love, his fortune, and our real marriage. At least, that was what Damian believed. He was so certain I would understand that he spent our seventh anniversary helping Sofia choose her wedding dress. He never noticed that I was in the fitting room beside them, wearing the dress he had once promised to see me in. As Sofia admired herself

“What if your father is playing a prank on us right now?* Eartha suggested, probably trying to Freddie up and it worked. Freddie was back on his usual countenance again. “Thank you Eartha. It's barely a week since I divorced her, so how could she have gotten married to my father? Even if they did get married, I would have found out.” Whatever he wants to say to suit his delusion. “Maddie,” Camden said, "I turned to him immediately. “Come with me.” They exchanged glances at each other as they watched us walking away. Odora looked like she got something to say but held it inside. Even though I kinda enjoy everything happening right now, I do feel bad for odours. Imagine being with a man for al

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

After a long pause, he finally said, "Chlo... can we not get a divorce?" "What do you think?" I retorted. "I-I feel like none of this is real. It's like I'm in a nightmare! How did it come to this? I don't want to leave you, honey!" His expression was pained. He continued, "What about our daughter? I never wanted to leave you or our daughter. Can't we stay married? Think about Ava. Let's sacrifice for her sake. We can't let her grow up without a complete family!" I looked at him in astonishment, thinking my ears might be deceiving me. The court had already decided, and he was telling me we shouldn't separate?

I stared at the, pot bellied, round short man for some minutes. "Maybe I can't Come here with my lover every time, but I can surely come here with my fiancee, any time I choose to, and mind you, soon enough we'll get married, and I'll bring my wife here whenever I choose to." I replied him. I heard Elora gasp behind me, well there's nothing I can do now, to protect her reputation, I guess I'd have to marry her. And put this Scrawny little Creature in his place.

Was I that selfish to ask someone to babysit Grayson while I take some fresh air? "You think..." I trailed off, but seeing he was looking at me with an intense stare made my tongue roll back. “You think what? It’s fine, Beatrice. You can tell me whatever you want to say.” Heather and I were not different at all. We would do everything just to feed our children. “I’m thinking about Heather. She must have a hard time taking care of her children and providing their needs. Where is her husband?” “The last thing I know, they were divorced. She divorced him since he got addicted to illegal drugs.”

When he finally flipped through the pages, his movements were precise, detached, like a man checking numbers. Then he picked up the pen. And with the same elegance he signed billion-dollar deals, Gabriel Thorne signed away our marriage. The scratch of ink was louder than it should’ve been, each stroke nailing shut the coffin of what we once had. When he set the pen down, the papers were no longer mine alone. They were ours. Five years of vows undone in seconds. I forced myself to look at him, chin high though my heart felt raw. “Is that all?” he asked, calm as ever.

" I don't want this marriage to continue .. I just want divorce .. you should do your wife's duty because you're the one who is not ready to give me divorce....its you who want this marriage to continue If it was in my hand than I would have given you divorce the same night when we got married .. .. I don't want to give a shit to this marriage .. so, why I should do a husband duty ... I am saying it clear to you ... That I am not a husband material .. I am a bad man , a devil .. Who is born to fuck not to make love and plan family " he standing infront of me . "You still have time bitch ... To back off from this and sign these divorce papers and free yourself from this hell.." he said " No .

I didn't mean anything to him anymore and he needed a way to get rid of me. Sarah and Sophia watched me leave the house and I knew they would be celebrating their triumph the moment I left. The driver took me to Sean’s penthouse and I waited for Sean to return that night but he didn't. I waited, and waited, watched the clock tick and rock but he didn't come. Then I saw the headlines. USELESS DAUGHTER OF THE SCOTT FAMILY, GLORY SCOTT, FINALLY GETS MARRIED TO A FAMILY FRIEND AND BUSINESS MOGUL, SEAN KINGSTON!