Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

He grunted and sat down at the table.

After a slow breath, he picked up the coffee.

The first sip made him gag, but he forced it down out of politeness.

“What kind of beans did you use? This tastes awful,” he said, looking displeased.

Agnese stammered, “Same… same ones Mrs. Hale always used. I followed her method exactly.”

With coffee, temperature and brewing methods mattered.

With coffee, temperature and brewing methods mattered. People adjusted them based on the beans they used.

He frowned and took another sip. Still awful.

Spitting it back into the cup, he slammed it down.

After a moment, he swallowed his anger, set down his fork, grabbed his jacket, and left without a word.

His face was sullen.

Agnese, pale and rattled, quickly called Iris.

Iris picked up and said only two sentences before ending the call.

“Agnese, I’m not Heriberto’s maid. Don’t call me about this again.”

and stepped out. Nathaniel had already arranged for a housekeeper, who had made a big

Iris ate, she couldn’t help thinking how pathetic and ridiculous she used to

Heriberto had shaken her hard enough to

He had a few bites and

Lumora Group, the country’s most popular beauty and wellness brand

in her third year of college when she founded

study of traditional medicine, but she had been learning long before she ever set foot

under her grandmother’s influence, she was already reading old

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Chapter 8

worn from constant use before she ever

point came from Heriberto’s

Megan was going through menopause. Dark spots on her face and insomnia were

Iris made a blend of a dozen herbs

she mixed a natural remedy to

much, but the

After ten, they were

Megan’s sleep improved too.

the other rich women

was whatever

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the brand–natural skincare, cosmetics, and wellness products made for women

them.