Forever Wrong
"I take no for an answer. Do you understand?"
In a daze, I nodded as his fingers danced deftly. Suddenly, the bald man burst in, swiftly gathering all the papers and laying them out on the table with precision. Jason’s hand retreated away from me, and I could feel the sharp ache of his absence deep within me. But with unwavering determination, I signed every single paper. As I handed it over, he confidently took the document and proclaimed, "You've signed a prenup, which means there’s simply no way you’ll be getting a divorce from me."
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