He didn’t even remember his own wife’s name.
“This is your wife. At least on paper, anyway.”
“Ah. What do you want?”
Brian’s tone became even colder.
“| want a divorce,” Rosalynn answered as she jabbed her glasses against her face.
Amoment of silence ensued.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Have you made up your mind?” Brian finally asked.
“Of course.”
“What do you want as alimony? Name it.”
“There’s no need for that. I don’t care about your money. And | don’t care to share my man with others,
either. I’ve already prepared and signed the divorce agreement. | am walking away with nothing.” ©
Rosalynn spoke in rapid succession without even pausing for breath. She immediately hung up after
saying her piece.
They might be bound by law, but they were just like strangers.
Since the marriage was the only thing tying them, they might as well get rid of it. From now ‘on, they
had nothing to do with each other.
Rosalynn trudged upstairs and wrenched her glasses off her face, revealing her smooth, rosy cheeks
and delicate features. @
She packed up her belongings in a single suitcase and stopped by the living room. She placed the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdivorce agreement on the coffee table, then walked out of the villa without another backward glance.
‘At Hughes Group, the CEO’s office was lit up in a warm, yellow light.
Brian sat behind the desk wearing a simple, white shirt and tailored black trousers.
He stared at his phone, his lips curling in disdain.
At last, his so-called wife could no longer take the insult of his absence and proposed divorce herself.
Aknock came at the door, and his assistant, Edwin Byrd, entered the room.
“Mr. Hughes, it’s almost time for your appointment with Mr. Foster.”
Brian nodded and stood up, plucking his suit jacket from the back of his chair.