Chapter 7

As it was getting late, Irene laid down in bed soon fell into a deep slumber.

She then began to dream.

In her dreams, she had returned to that day three years ago when Lily showed her huge belly to her and smiled gleefully as she announced,

"Irene, I'm pregnant with his child."

Irene merely slapped her in the face, but that led to Lily's subsequent miscarriage.

She felt afraid and angry when she saw the blood that was splattered all over the ground.

'Smack!' The crisp sound of a slap could be heard, along with the vicious cursing by Margaret, "B*tch, you're a fruitless tree and yet you simply can't allow others to do what you've failed to achieve, could you?'

"This is the divorce agreement. Please look through and sign your name on it," the lawyer said indifferently.

"Mr. Myers, don't have the time the spare. Stop wasting time. Hurry and sign it. It's better for all of us."

had loved and fully devoted herself

had thought that she could entrust herself to him for the rest of

heart apart, and her entire body was drenched with cold sweat. She then quivered

sat up before she grabbed her cellphone from the bedside table and took one glance at the time. It was

her body was wet with sweat, she slipped out of bed and took a shower before she changed into a fresh set of clothes and

Jordan looked

how to fool around, he could be trusted to handle things

in San Fetillo, he

to

man who liked to drag things on and as his assistant, Irene doesn't dare to slack

Re

in the alley. As the neighborhood was as old as time itself, several street lamps were already out

parked

she had disappeared off to with a gloomy look in his eyes. It was hard for Edric to distinguish his emotions when

it's good that you're

down in her seat and turned on her computer. While she was looking through Jordan's schedule for the day, heard

grin as he said, "Irene, are you hoping that I'll give you more bonus for coming in early? Fat hope! I

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