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Back in high school, fueled by a heart brimming with unspoken affection, I had attempted to confess my feelings.
“Brother, I have something to tell you.”
But he seemed to see through my facade, his words cutting deep like a sharpened blade.
“Don’t call me that,” he sneered, his tone laced with disdain, “it makes me sick.”
The love letter remained clutched in my hand, undelivered.
From that day forward, I never called him ‘brother‘ again.
Divorcing My Husband
From that day forward, I never called him ‘brother‘ again.
Shedding the layers of memory, I turned to him and said, “Don’t call me Amber. It makes me sick.”
Chris‘ eyes widened in disbelief, the memory of his hurtful rejection flashing before him.
He opened his mouth, ready to respond.
Before he could utter a word, the door swung open, revealing Sharon’s poised figure.
“Chris, weren’t we supposed to attend that event together? What are you doing…”
Her gaze fell upon me, seated in the office, and her voice abruptly trailed off.
Chris, noticing her presence, instinctively glanced at my expression, seeking any hint of reaction.
I remained indifferent, ignoring their unspoken exchange, and continued eating my meal.
Chris‘ brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.
Sharon forced a smile, her expression strained. “Well, it’s not like you’ve been returning my calls lately.”
Sharon had been calling Chris incessantly these past few days.
Each time, he would blatantly hang up on her right in front of me.
Chris rubbed his temples, his voice laced with exasperation. “I’ve been swamped with work lately. Why don’t you
head home for now, and we can catch up later?”
Sharon, however, had no intention of leaving. Instead, she plopped down into the chair Chris had just vacated.
She picked his tableware and declared, “Well, I happen to be famished. Mind if I join you two for dinner, Amber?”
Her eyes gleamed with undisguised malice.
Chris‘ recent lack of communication had sent her into a frenzy.
I couldn’t hold back my bluntness. “I’m afraid I do mind. Your presence is rather nauseating.”
Sharon’s forced smile crumbled, her gaze darting nervously towards Chris. “It seems I’ve chosen an inopportune time for my visit.”
She was convinced Chris would take her side.
But to her surprise, Chris nodded in agreement. “I’ll let Mason take you home.”
After Sharon’s departure, Chris rushed to explain, “There’s nothing going on between us. If it weren’t for her
pleading with your parents to save me when I was a kid, I might not be here today.”
I was taken aback.
Was she claiming she had convinced her parents to rescue Chris?
He continued, “As long as you’re willing, I’ll announce our engagement at the Walker Group banquet in a few
days.”
His eyes held a depth of emotion as he gazed at me, “Amber, please give me another chance. Let me remarry you, give you the grand wedding you deserve.”
I firmly declined.
What was missed was missed.
Moreover, Aaron stood between us, a barrier I could never forgive him for crossing.
I still attended the banquet.
After taking over the company, I desperately needed connections and resources.
Upon my arrival, Chris was the center of attention, casually responding to everyone while scanning the crowd for someone specific.
His eyes lit up when he spotted me.
Evading the crowd, he approached me. “Amber, I knew you’d come.”
Cently taking my hand he whispered “I’ll announce to everyone later that you’re the only woman I want to
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Divorcing My Husband
Gently taking my hand, he whispered, “I’ll announce to everyone later that you’re the only woman I want to
marry.”
Once, I craved his acknowledgment, his gaze.
Now, his affections were irrelevant, his desperation evident.
Yanking my hand free, I retorted, “Don’t be ridiculous, Chris. I’m not here for you.”
“Don’t be coy. If you’re not here for me, then who are you here for?”
Conveniently, someone with a wine glass approached, “Mr. Walker, who might this be?”
Chris smirked, “My fiancée.”
I frowned and said, “I am not!”
Chris sighed helplessly, “Just playing around with me.”
The newcomer gasped, “Someone dares to play around with Mr. Walker? You’ll need to sweeten her up, Mr.
Walker.”
After the person left, I turned cold. “Is this amusing, Chris? We’re over.”
He stubbornly held my hand. “Amusing! Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go.”
He followed me like a shadow, hindering my networking efforts.
Finally, Mason called him away.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
As I turned around, I was met by Sharon’s piercing gaze from the corner of the room.
She was Chris‘ usual companion, so her presence at this event was no surprise.
With her usual pretense of affection for Chris discarded, she approached me with a natural air of authority.
Her eyes held an evil glint. “I never expected him to bring you along.”
“I didn’t come with him,” I denied, but Sharon refused to believe me.
“Why you?” she sneered coldly.
“What makes you so unique? Why does everyone adore you? Why do you excel in everything you do? Why does all the attention gravitate toward you? Why did Mom choose you over me?
“But it doesn’t matter. Chris will always be mine.”
I furrowed my brows, baffled by her intense hatred.
When our parents divorced, mom had insisted on keeping both of us children.
It was Sharon who had chosen to follow Dad abroad. She was seeking a life of luxury.
Not wanting to engage with her, I retorted, “I think you are crazy.”
She scoffed, “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Chris will always be mine.”
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I met her gaze. “So confident, are you? So that’s why you lied to him, telling him you were the one who convinced Dad to adopt him?”
A flicker of surprise crossed her face, taken aback by my revelation.
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I swirled the red wine in my glass. “What do you think his reaction would be if I told him that not only did you le
to him but also that you considered him filthy and prevented our parents from saving him?”
A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, but an air of self–assurance quickly replaced it.
She smirked, acknowledging, “Yes, I lied to him. So what? Go ahead and tell him you’re the one who saved him. Let’s see if he believes you or me.
“Mon is dead, and Dad will only side with me. Who’s left to back you up?”
She knew I had no evidence.
