Wifey, I Don't Want To Divorce You

et her lawyer to get on with the divor

ertainment news department typing furiously on their in

. She worked overtime and onl

py laughs and voices coming from inside. She walked in

all engrossed in raising a toast to

ockingly and made he

er. They all treated her like she didn't

k at the time!" Davies' grandfather, Adam Harri

urned in the direction Brylee sto

and replied calmly, "I ha

ould throw a party for Nicole tonight, you sho

. Everyone else works harder than you. Look at your Uncle Victor. He came very early. Are you busie

aring dagge

ne. Her palms became sweaty. Suddenly, s

dress. There was a pearl hair clip on her lon

out her was the gloat

one told her that there would be a welcome party h

broken the "happy news" of their impend

dam's plate. She said smiling, "Please calm down, Grandpa. Don't be upset with her. She got married to Davies while

, staring at Brylee disdainfully. Hi

those sitting close could h

orner held their breaths a

, but she was interrupted by th

id who answered the door gr

wheelchair. His coat wasn't buttoned up,

old as he glanced at Brylee. It

an to him with glee,

Davies. She pouted like a child and said, "What took you so long? I have

else. Davies understood what she was dri

Her hair was ruffled by the wind outside. As she looked down, wisps of he

ly, "How can you think that? The fact that I met you at t

ace the next second. She

ed them and said, "Stop acting like a spoiled

pouted and leaned her he

lip. Her grip on the

o get over Davies. This scene hurt more than their embrac

ain, she heard Davies say, "You a

waved to his assistant, Vince

le and said respectfully, "Here you go, Miss Riley. Mr. Harrison

r of luxurious earrings came into view

her hand flying to her chest a

leaving the imprint of her lipstick on it. "You are such a darling, Dav