Only You Can Be my Wife: Let me go Mr. Clayton

ow mirrored the anguish in her heart. Her long chestnut hair, once meticulously styled, now hung dishevelled a

tired, with a hint of redness from the countle

t the lawyer for a couple of minutes, her heads spinning, her heart beating fast and hard each passing second, she glanced at her wedding ring, a

gree to it" she said as she fin

ss times, sent a lot of mails, I personally send the papers to his office at Sp

t would incur more legal fees for you, the more he drags it on the more

inances was crawling and a long time drawn out legal process will sure kill her finances. She couldn't help but wondered why on earth the man wo