The Divorce Prescription

Chapter 13

Celine’s ears buzzed. Did Adam actually say he would find her a man, even two?

He had already made his choice. He had chosen Carly without hesitation,

It felt like a sharp blade plunged deep into Celine’s heart, badsting and Bearing her apart until she was left raw and bleeding.

Her lips trembled as she struggled to find her voice. “Adam, I’m still your wife..”

Adam, now dressed in a clean black shirt and tailored trousers, had shed the earlier chaos of passion. He stood before her, composed and indifferent, excuding his usual cold elegance. He handed her something.

“This is for you,” he said.

Celine looked down. It was a check with an eight–figure sum. His cold, magnetic voice continued above her, “Celine, this is your divorce settlement. Let’s end this.” Adam placed the check on the bathroom counter, tamed, and strode out of the room,

was going to Carly, just like her mother did years ago. Celine’s pale eyes filled with redness

their love to Carly. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough. Soon, a man arrived outside. He spoke

in her room.

the

of all color, turning paper–white. She hadn’t expected

was just

up, opened the window, and climbed out. It was

a searing pain shooting through her ankle. Ignoring her disheveled state, Celine pulled

aren’t you home? Where the hell

sat at the bar. Her pretty lace was flushed from the effects of the drug,

reached out and draped an arm around her delicate shoulder, “Gorgeous, the 30 minutes are almost up. Your boyfriend

you so impatient? There

had been casually resting there was suddenly gripped by a large, well–defined hand and

and the man’s wrist