Almyra’s POV “We need to talk”. Xavier sighed before asking so calmly, “What is it now? If it’s money…” “I want a divorce, Xavier.” I could almost hear a pin drop, but in a flash, his cutlery hit the plate; just like I expected, he was about to continue eating like he didn’t hear me, so I repeated, “I want a divorce.” His eyes tried holding mine, but I looked away; I didn’t trust myself, especially with him. “Why?” “Lately, I have been faithful in sending your daily upkeep.” There he goes again; of all things to ask, it had to be money he pinpointed. Without waiting for his permission, I opened the envelope containing the divorce papers and signed it before pushing it over him. “I want nothing from you, not your money or properties, Xavier,” I reassured, promising myself that the tears threatening to fall didn’t. He glanced at the paper before scoffing, “You are serious?” “Yes, you can hasten this up and sign. Before you return from work, I will leave your house
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