THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S EX-WIFE
“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare.
“I have work to do,”
“But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,”
“That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet.
“I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke.
He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room.
“Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room.
Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming.
I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.
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