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.

made up your

“Of course.”

you want as

care to share my man with others, either. I’ve already prepared and

in rapid succession without even pausing for breath. She immediately hung

be bound by law, but they were just

they might as well get rid of it. From now ‘on, they

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

and stopped by the living room. She placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the villa without another backward

office was lit up in

desk wearing a simple, white shirt and

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