Divorcing The Billionaire On Valentine's Day

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this was the right thing to do. I had been the entire year, but why did it suddenly, just wh

d grabbed the paper I had spent most of my d

n't think too much. I

n his way up the stairs to his own room. He walked past me

me he did s

as the day I first met him. I don't think he has ever looked at me any other way. I thought to myself. "Can we t

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ad to

ould no

y thoughts off. Adeline. The way he said my n

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g to leave but what morning? He was one to leave for work even on a holida

n get invit

e of my mouth, the pain remindi

elf as I handed him the divorce papers. "I wa

cle or something. His brows furrowed into an angered expression. His ey

You wan

d I'd appreciate it if you do so too. I'd..." he

n of five years?" His voice rose with each word, matching it with steps until he wa

, on the 1st of February, we signed the deal and got married. Today is the 14th, Grayson. Your five years are over...." I was

ant

r this end. I tho

tep back to create the space he made sure we

, for the first time since I had known this man

hat five years ha

e and would be glad to see me lea

t wait to leave, is that it? I gave you everything, Adeline. What's the hurry about leaving wh

in my eyes. "Just sign the papers so that I can l

he one who forced me to marry him. I mean, if he just

room but I felt him grab me,

of mother leaves her five-year-old son?" He yelled i

on't really care, Grayson.

he got. He also made sure to teach Johnny that I was no mothe

me in a matter of minutes, a

little head peeked through the door as though he was af

e followed and I felt my heart squeeze painf

with your father..." I didn't know if he heard my answer,

ggers with his eyes at me. When the boy still didn't move, Grayson lo

n son wanted to

out from the base of the closet. I then stuffed the bag with my things before dragging myself down the

oured himself. From where I stood, I could feel the hate he had felt

drink. Knowing he wasn't going to say anything, or even try to stop me, I ti

would say to me. "You don't think I'll let you leave with my card, do you?" H

another glance. I raked my mind for any memory

a single dime had I spent on myself for whatever re

vorce, you will leave the card behin

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of c

very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own desp