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?” Brian

“Of course.”

want

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

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

by law, but they

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

upstairs and wrenched her glasses off her face,

room. She placed the divorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the villa without another

office was lit up

sat behind the desk wearing a

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