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,

Celine’s pale eyes filled with redness

but they gave all their love to Carly. No matter how hard she tried, it was never enough. Soon, a man

in her room.

then led the

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

just

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

searing pain shooting through her ankle. Ignoring her disheveled state,

sharp and familiar, as she asked, “Hello? Celine? It’s so late. Why aren’t you home? Where the hell are you?” Hearing Robin’s voler broke the dam. Bitter

the bar. Her pretty lace was flushed from the effects

beside her had been eyeing her greedily. He reached out and draped an arm around her delicate shoulder, “Gorgeous, the 30 minutes are almost up.

you so impatient? There are still

hand that had

echoed, and the man’s