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

“Of course.”

do you want

don’t care about your money. And | don’t care to share my man with others, either. I’ve already

without even pausing for breath.

law, but they were just like

the only thing tying them, they might as well get rid of it.

glasses off her face, revealing her smooth,

the living room. She placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the

CEO’s office was lit up in a

wearing a simple, white shirt and tailored black

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