Divorce Me, Boss!

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ant to make

hat exposed my breasts, I approached

trembled

cien would

y. My hands were sweaty; I squ

at my cleavage and my vagina, which was covered only by a

rap my arms around his neck, but Lucien imme

you doing?" he aske

re already acting like a loving husband and wife-why don't we co

tion is only for public consumption. Don't eve

. I've always taken this marriage seriously-just as Gran

eyes. He seemed

gh, Ser! If it weren't for Grandpa's ridiculo

pain I once again

as h

began to

fferently this past month. Look at

ed my arms around his neck.

ly returned my kiss. He pressed his lips

He immediately shoved me, causing me to

dare repeat this dirty game! You act like a whore!" he snappe

felt increasingly constricted. It felt as if a slab

, he strode off toward his room. He slammed his do

t into

worth

gra

felt too repulsive f

three year

have know

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ugh he had already started showing

was L

ro

d never

g him to see me in such a pitiful s

n's rejection and humiliation had shatt

oor was wet with my tears, whi

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onal mode. No more tears, even thoug

personal assistant, I intended to invite

l to know your t

l next to the large door that wasn't closed tightly. I pricke

iend. He was also the Marketing Director at Hubert

Lucien's voice s

cted you?" Dan

a week

was why Lucien had grown

le wa

et?" Daniel was

ucien repl

niel pres

don't know, Daniel. Stop asking s

as if it were the be

Serena. Grandpa won't demand anything else from you.

razy idea casually. He b

think so?" L

let Serena be your wife and Camille be your mistr

ed with his ou

be happy to take her in." D

! Get back to work

scraping across the floor. I im

slumped down

n followed Da

t Lucien to

ready been pushed to the sidelines-

ike I had t

divorce