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A wave of despair washed over him, extinguishing the light that once flickered in his eyes.
He lay his head on the desk, weeping bitterly.
I was utterly annoyed. “If you need to cry, do it far away from me. I get irritated just seeing you!”
His expression was wounded. “Shall I cry further away from you then? Can’t you just stop being annoyed by me?”
9:56 AM
Divorcing My Husband
He kept bringing flowers and jewelry to my office now and then.
He even gifted my employees.
One after another, they came to sing his praises.
I was so overwhelmed that I planned to move the company overseas.
When he heard the news, he rushed over.
“Amber, are you really leaving? Is it because I’ve been bothering you?
“I won’t bother you anymore, please don’t go, okay?”
After that, he indeed never appeared before me again.
But in business dealings, he frequently made concessions to me.
I wasn’t sure if it was compensation or guilt, but I accepted them all.
Although I didn’t relocate the company, I began to expand our business internationally.
In recent years, my focus has been abroad.
Once, I ran into Chris overseas.
Pointing at Troy across the table, he asked, “Why are you with him?”
Troy chuckled, eyeing him with amusement. “What’s it to you?”
Chris turned to me, his gaze pleading for an explanation, leaving me with a headache.
Reaching into my purse, I retrieved an invitation. “I’m getting married next month. You’re welcome to attend.”
Chris‘ tears welled up instantly. “You’re marrying him? What about me? We had a wedding, so what am I?…
It was ridiculous for him to bring up that makeshift wedding.
To me, it hadn’t left a single memory.
Troy sneered, “You are an ex–husband who doesn’t measure up. Get lost.”
Chris had always believed I was hopelessly in love with him, that I was merely throwing a tantrum.
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Troy sneered, “You are an ex–husband who doesn’t measure up. Get lost.”
Chris had always believed I was hopelessly in love with him, that I was merely throwing a tantrum.
He thought I could be easily appeased.
But when he saw me in my wedding gown, exchanging vows with Troy at a lavish ceremony, he realized I was truly gone.
No matter how he pleaded, I refused to acknowledge his
presence.
Instead, I placed my hand in Troy’s.
A playful smile graced my lips. “Please take care of me, Mr. Smith. I’m counting on you.”
Troy, a man who never took anything seriously, his eyes rimmed with tears, exclaimed, “You’re finally willing to look at me, Amber! You’re mine!”
I held him close as he sobbed uncontrollably, murmuring words of comfort, “Alright, alright. I’m yours.”
