Boss, I Want a Divorce!

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hat's g

e apartment. I approached him with confi

date last week, so what's the

ed on my chest. His th

y; even where it covered anything, the fabric was shee

e years of marriage, our relationship is finally warming up. We e

My hands were sweaty, and even my back was ten

he opened them, his eyes we

the last month was a mistake. You remember ou

-sided statement,"

wouldn't have married you. All of this was so I could fulfill Grandpa's

as he said that. He tur

ou'd changed your mind. We had dinner together, walked hand in hand, with no one el

ed to happen." He gently brushed

e being crushed by a massive boulder, choking me.

umili

right then and there. I instinctively

. My heart had grown numb as a result. But humiliati

month ago. All this time, I... made a mistake," he sai

yes. But it must have been my imagination. T

ist

th his own wife reall

et this happe

, quickly wiping the

r you'll be even more heartbro

er word," I sobbed, huggin

Yet, he remained silent. His

estigious title as Mrs. Hubert, a prestigious job, and plenty of money.

if it had been pi

. His eyes never truly saw me from the moment we m

you have for the

My thumb slid across

eyes again. His br

down there. I looked d

to his ears. His hand pushed me aw

et it later!" he threatened as he walked toward hi

sobbing again. I hugged my knees

myself toward my own room. My body

something like that. It was lik

gh he seemed different for a moment

s as hard as a rock, yet I foolishly

up

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onal mode. No more tears, even thoug

personal assistant, I intended to invite

l to know your t

ll next to the large door that wasn't quite closed. I pricke

riend. He's also the Marketing Director at Hubert

n't k

ice sounded

cted you?" Dan

a week

was why Lucien had grow

le wa

et?" Daniel was

ucien repl

iel presse

don't know, Daniel. Stop asking s

as if it were the be

shoul

pushed to the sidelines-let alone no

t out in this to

before I die from having my hear