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,

like her mother did years ago. Celine’s pale eyes filled with redness as tears threatened to spill.

how hard she tried, it was never enough. Soon, a

“Mrs. Alvarez is in her room. Follow

the man toward

footsteps, Celine’s face drained of all color, turning paper–white. She hadn’t expected Adam to act so quickly, sending the man he

just so

closer, stopping just outside her door. In an instant, Celine got up, opened the window, and climbed out. It was the

landed on the grass below and felt a searing pain shooting through her ankle. Ignoring her disheveled state, Celine pulled out her phone

aren’t you home? Where the hell are you?” Hearing Robin’s voler broke the dam. Bitter and scorching tears fell from Celine’s eyes,

at Club 1996, Carly sat at the bar. Her pretty lace was flushed

an arm around her delicate shoulder, “Gorgeous, the 30 minutes are almost up. Your

her attention fixed on the countdown timer on her phone. “Why are you so impatient? There are still

shoulder vanished. The hand that had been casually resting

the man’s wrist fractured