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.

accident a while back? The doctors said she might need a cornea transplant. Mr. Lewis

how busy he is, he always gets her gifts on every holiday. That alone makes him better than ninety–nine percent of

twisted into a bitter

hear. Everything she heard right

chair during the incident, Rachel had

freak. They excluded her from activities,

“Deaf girl.”

it like

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

ears. I’ll never let anyone hurt you

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thought their love would last

now, it felt like fireworks–bright for

surprise him with the fact that she had regained her hearing. Instead, she found out that

clenched so tightly her

it was already dead. She wasn’t

a tear from the corner of her eye, she stepped out onto the curb and reached for

a familiar black car pulled

shirt, tailored trousers, and shiny black derby shoes. When he crossed one leg over the other, the crease in his pants didn’t even

told you to wait for me inside. It’s freezing. What if you get sick?” he said, quickly signing with his hands as he spoke,

his palms, trying to warm her up. There was concern in his dark eyes as he guided her toward the

heart felt like it had been grabbed and twisted tight. It hurt