He didn’t even remember his own wife’s name.

“This is your wife. At least on paper, anyway.”

“Ah. What do you want?”

Brian’s tone became even colder.

“| want a divorce,” Rosalynn answered as she jabbed her glasses against her face.

Amoment of silence ensued.

your mind?” Brian finally

“Of course.”

want

| don’t care to share my man

for breath. She immediately hung up after

might be bound by law, but

tying them, they might as well get rid of it. From now ‘on, they had nothing to

wrenched her glasses off her face, revealing her smooth, rosy cheeks and

a single suitcase and stopped by the living room. She placed the divorce agreement on the

was lit

the desk wearing a simple,

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