She was his wife.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

"Friends?" I taunted him. "Best friends? Just like you and Sofia?

He didn't respond, so I continued. "I have enough friends. I do not need more."

He nodded and rose to his feet. "I'll see you some other time.

I wanted to scoff and tell him, "You wish," but I restrained myself. Instead, I nodded curtly and followed him to the door. He hesitated for a moment, sparing me a glance before walking out.

As soon as the door shut, the dam broke. I walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it, burying my face in my palms. Reality finally dawned on me. I was truly divorced from Jared. I was not hallucinating, it was real.

I didn't realize how long I sat there sobbing, but the door going open alerted me that Ashley was home. I tried to bolt to hide my swollen face, but it was too late; she saw me.

"Are you all right? My goodness, have you been crying?" She shrieked, rushing to me.

I tried to hide my face by looking away, but she forcefully turned it to face her. "What happened to you?"

Deciding hiding or lying was pointless, I opted to tell her the truth. "Jared was here-"

"Did he hurt you? I swear, I would kill him-"

"No," I shook my head. "He was here to sign the divorce papers."

"What?" Arielle exclaimed. And then she regained herself. "I'm sorry for my outburst; it's just that I was surprised since a few days ago, he refused to sign the papers. I'm just wondering what changed his mind." "I don't know. My marriage is indeed over. I finally lost to Sofia," I cried.

say that," Ashley cautioned, crushing me in a hug. "It's his loss. Jared lost a

matter how hard I tried, it still hurt. You don't love someone for years and

consoling, Ashley was able

me, do you regret your

I don't," I responded, and it was the truth. I might be hurt that my marriage of three years

up your mind," Ashley continued. "One of people's greatest fears is making

I nodded.

been

in surprise. "You,

I'm not that bad," Ashley whined, playfully

it?" I

it. We all go through heartbreak at some point. Time is

best healer. It was all I needed to get over

of a

of getting past a heartbreak or failed relationship is visiting the bar. Who knows, you could get drunk and end up in the arms of a smoky hot Mafiadord like those books written

"You're silly," I groaned.

(JARED'S POV)

I signed still lingering in my mind. During the drive home, I tried to come

en

woman, and a part of me was going to

sighed and walked into the

for me in the sitting room as usual. "Hey," she called out, all smiles. And then she glanced at the

by a few minutes," I replied, taking

right. How was your

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