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.

up your

“Of course.”

want

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

without even pausing for

might be bound by law, but they were just like

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

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

suitcase and stopped by 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

sat behind the desk wearing a simple, white shirt and tailored

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