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om my own fifty percent, I could get my own decent apartment and get back on my feet. Wendy recommended a go

ivorce proceedings, Brad was suspiciously docile and understanding. Of course, that did not make me w

h to keep me afloat for a while. Wendy had suggested that we go on a girls' trip. I agreed as I hadn't been on a proper outing all along because Brad would always be wai

ry invitation to hang out until nobody

easing nudge. "Maybe you might j

reaching for the p

red, remembering the electric ki

ded, looking forward t

ready to cause a scene, but I didn't want her to do tha

endy," I advised. "I'll

me he stopped in front of me. He then wiped his forehead with the bac

en you should just get on with it. I

aw cle

arked spitefully. "Don't forget that I know everything a

arm, forcing some

hair, "Why am I even listening to you? I don't care what you know as long as you stay aw

tened h

re the one who is selfishly throwing it

d not to waste anymore words on this man. It wasn't bad enough that he was the

. But then I felt Brad's strong grip on my arm, draggin

rn tone. "Come back to me. Get rid of all this divorce nonsense,

ating cold suppers because I always had to wait fo

ut I'm good," I

is time so he could

arning, wondering what he c

ped on my flip flops and ran to the living room in my pajamas, where Wendy was trying and

With her phone in one hand, she decorated my left cheek with a

ief. Not sure of what to say, as

ed, flustere

t of her ears, "You were parading around like a hypocrite, accusing your si

e the chance to hit me again. While I was still trying to recupera

w dro

more damage tha

chorusing, "Ground, o