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stupidification written all over his face told me that in his wildest dreams, he did not expect me to

rt, why don't you give us some time alone?

I had married; the man I married had no idea how to be sweet or romantic. He was blunt and irritable at

o wait until Becky was done whining, an

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ave been able to handle

My voice felt like it was ec

air excessively, as if he were trying

s really working overtime, and that project just happened to be with Becky's company too... So since it

et it sounded more like he was recreati

at I was attracted to her, I did my best to resist... But

was always trying to talk with you... To plan something with yo

ed into a different language without giving him a heads up. Th

going out together after work hours, and even after the project ended, I still wante

onfident saying these words like th

I was supposed to throw m

eating on me emotionally for an entire year, but only recently d

me visible, and he stood uprig

an that your sister was, then m

ough my side. I staggered to the nearest couch to avoid a heavy fall. He knew that most of my

is only flower, but his words and actions had never aligned. Yet, I cared ab

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we're going to go about the divorce," I said, finall

ou mean by

I married someone whose IQ was below room temperature, and second

, Braden Winchester Junior," I said his full name with disgust tainting my lips. "Since it's clear that it's m

y look like there was a horn g

a confused toddler who had just spoken his first words, except he wasn't a to

arried to you when I knew deep down that you hated me to your cor

my grip on the ring as I twisted it back and forward. It was a

picking it up. I passed it towards him w

y hand back and forth because i

you can'

e as I was already tired of

sn't a big deal

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