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.

you made up your mind?”

“Of course.”

you want as alimony? Name

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

rapid succession without even pausing for breath.

bound by law,

was the only thing tying them, they might as well get rid of it. From now ‘on, they had

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

her belongings in a single suitcase and stopped by the living room. She placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the villa without another

was lit up in a warm,

wearing a

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