Ex Wife, Please One More Chance

me

was holding. Six months, that's all I had left to live. I have been diagnosed with Spinal Mus

the illness was hereditary, but the last

of the taxi driver sounded from the fr

ce, and afterwards I arranged the documents I was holding inside my bag, and with that I pai

rised to see Adrian, my husband, sitting

back home, but instead of replying, he shot me a cold glare before turning his gaze towards the centre tab

a proper look at it, and that was when I got the shock of my life. The document

g me?" I asked him,

e divorce agreement – isn't it you

and with that he scoffed angrily at me, a

sterday, him and his ex-girlfriend Melissa,

e she announced her return to the modelling world af

ence, I couldn't help but feel jealous; after all, that w

diately reminded me of something I had almost forgotten abou

ed to each other because that was what needed to be done at that moment to save the repu

of expecting that from him at the beginning, but as years went by, I began

needed him, even without reason. He always made sure his ass

only cared about my preferences – wha

me, it was impossible not

press conference. Not only did he remind me about the contract I had signed, which was expiring this year, which was the thi

after she left, he never told his assistant to stop. As for the food, taste was never important to him. So in other words, he had done everyth

her, not just because our contract has ended but becaus

e time you have wasted with me since all this while, so feel free to ask for whatever you want as compensation," he said

stuck to the agreement, because if I had done that, I wouldn't be feeling the pain I was feeling right now because someone who didn't have any sing

epeated the only word which had made

thin

it's in my power, I will give it to you as co

one more month? After that, I'll be gone for go

e as his face cont