Countdown to My Divorce

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“Ms. Lloyd, once you make this decision, you won’t be able to return for at least five years, maybe even longer. We’ll erase your identity from the public. Because of the sensitive nature of our company’s research, no one will be able to find you during this time. I hope you understand this.”

“I understand.”

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Rachel Lloyd hesitated for just a second before she lowered her head and signed her name at the bottom of the document.

“Alright. Everything must be finalized by October 20th. We’ll contact you when the time comes.”

Rachel glanced at her phone.

Today was October 1st. That gave her 20 days.

As she walked past a shopping mall, something on the big screen outside caught her eye. She stopped to watch footage from a press conference held last week.

William Lewis, the CEO of Lewis Enterprise, had spent three years designing a custom wedding dress for his wife. According to him, the breathtaking, one–of–a–kind dress, a gift for their upcoming anniversary, was meant to make up for the regret that she hadn’t worn a wedding dress at their wedding ceremony.

The moment that dress was revealed, it took the world by storm. Everyone admired Rachel for marrying so and deeply devoted as William.

Girls walking by glanced at the screen, their wide eyes full of envy.

ne as wealthy

“Did you know? Their love story is like a fairytale. I heard Mr. Lewis remembers every little thing she likes. Even the tiniest details,” one girl whispered to another.

she might need a cornea transplant. Mr.

her gifts on every holiday. That

twisted into

couldn’t hear. Everything she heard right

the incident, Rachel had stepped in front of him and taken the hit. As

a freak. They excluded her from

“Deaf girl.”

said it like

William had come to her like a ray of light in the darkness, holding her tight while she trembled

be your ears. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. Anyone who

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thought their love would

felt like fireworks–bright for a moment, then

to surprise him with the fact that she had

hands were clenched so

love was over. It might still exist on paper, but in her heart, it was already dead. She wasn’t

she had prepared long ago. As she wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye, she stepped out onto the curb and reached for her phone to call a

a familiar black car pulled up

shoes. When he crossed one leg over the other, the crease in his pants didn’t even fold. His sharp

me inside. It’s freezing. What if you get sick?” he said, quickly

to warm her

it had been grabbed and twisted tight. It hurt so badly, she