She needed nothing fron him.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

After having lunch, Ashley and I engaged in a conversation. While at it, a knock sounded on the door.

"Who's it?" I asked, looking in its direction.

"Receptionist," a voice replied.

Ashley and I exchanged glances before I responded, "come in."

The receptionist walked in, holding two bags. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her mission in the room was.

But before I could ask, she said, "These are for you, ma'am."

Confusion formed a cloud on my face. "For me? I think you might be mistaken because I don't remember ordering for something." And then I turned to Ashley, "Did you make an order?"

"Of course not."

Ma," the

the lady, to the bag, to Ashley. Noticing my reluctance, Ashley beckoned to the lady to bring the bags over. As she handed them to

and I turned to the receptionist, my voice firm. "Didn't I say I didn't want to see him? How come I have a package from him?" The

especially not now. "Do you need the bags?" I

aback. "No,

don't want them," I said, my voice growing firmer. "You can have

looked surprised, and then conflicted. But she finally nodded,

bothering to look inside. She

I broke the

my waist?" I said, seething with anger. "I don't blame

quiet, and I was grateful for that because all I wanted was to rant without interruption. Minutes later, when I could feel my anger simmering down, I

"The divorce process."

Arielle, isn't that a bit too early? I mean, I'm not against you divorcing him, I'm just saying

I said, with a vehement shake of my head. "I want to start the process from the hospital here, and

made up, Ashley sighed in resignation. "Alright. You can speak to

decided, we returned to

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