Nicole had always hoped that her journey to prison would bring her the love she sought from Abel, but that was not the case.As she stared at him, tears flooded her eyes. Abel stood before her, his face as immaculate as ever, his features cold and unfeeling. A chilling aura surrounded him, sending an icy shiver down her spine. He saw the tears but felt no remorse. His eyes only darkened, becoming more indifferent."Please, Abel, can we not get divorced?" Nicole begged, her voice trembling. She dropped to her knees, grabbing the fabric of his tuxedo in desperation. "Please don't do this to me. I beg you. I still want to be your wife, even if you don't want me."Her pleading only fueled his anger. He lifted his leg and kicked her to the ground, watching with disdain as she fell."You’re just a gold digger," Abel sneered. "You would stay married to me even if I didn’t love you—just for my money."Nicole’s heart shattered. She had hoped for more—for love, for understanding—but all he saw
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