Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

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"No, but you need to understand the difference between the mastermind and the accomplice. It's more than just a question of sentencing." Yasmine said gravely. "Fine. I'll tell!" Yvette shouted.

"Tell me, I'll investigate the rest myself," Yasmine assured her.

Yvette closed her eyes, her shoulders trembling. "It's Irene, it's her!"

"So, Helen was the first scapegoat, and you're the second?" Yasmine thought there was more to the story. Indeed, just a simple question revealed the truth. Yvette nodded, "That's probably right," she nodded again.

Lately, Chuck had been feeling uneasy, perhaps because of Lucy or maybe because of the questions he couldn't answer. He entered the Dawn Bar, the place where he and Lucy strangely met. These past few days, he'd been frequenting that bar, driven by an inexplicable obsession.

But tonight, when he walked in, he instinctively glanced towards the corner and actually saw someone-it was Lucy. His heart raced as he approached. There was a bottle of wine in front of her, which seemed barely touched. Seeing him, Lucy looked up in confusion. "Don't drink," Chuck took the glass from her hand. He couldn't quite define how he felt, he just knew he had to do it, so he did.

Lucy stared at him in shock and asked, "Chuck, what are you doing?"

"Don't drink," Chuck said in a deep voice, his eyes reflecting a profound silence.

Lucy, a bit confused, snatched the wine glass from his hand and snapped, "What's it to you!" She gave Chuck a push, for the person she least wanted to see today was Chuck, yet here he was.

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why are you drinking?" Chuck's eyes were bright and

and get busy. If you want to party and drink, then just go ahead, but don't bother me." Lucy

Chuck said in

swig. She really didn't know what

drink straight from the bottle. Taking a deep breath, he said, "If you want to drink,

strong, drinking a whole bottle was not going to feel good, especially without sobering up first. She could already picture how awful

have found a way to vent his feelings and went for another bottle of liquor, but Lucy quickly snatched it from his hands. She'd already drunk more than half and was feeling the consequences of drinking too

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but want to laugh. Under the sparkling, colorful

"Wow, Lucy,

smooth." Lucy muttered

64%

out. When the driver woke them up, Chuck came to and realized

to leave, he fell heavily, only to feel an arm crawl up his chest. It was Lucy's arm. Gently, he tried to place it back, but each time he did, it found its way back. After several tries, Chuck finally gave up. Both of them reeked of alcohol. Chuck could

onto Chuck; her face nestled into his shoulder and neck. Her warm breath tickled his neck, making him feel itchy. Unable to resist the urge within him, he finally hugged Lucy tightly. Lucy held him too, the drunken couple again wrapped in each