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orce," Braiden C
remained as reticent as he had always been. His vo
ll figure. The reflection of his indifferent expression in
laxed at her sides, now
e had dreaded
more pronounced. Despite the years spent together, the s
lips. She struggled to voice out the words, her vo
. The absence of makeup did nothing to conceal Emily's
e, but her clear complexion and the innocence
eyes. Under her right eye, a small mole added to
quiet and unremarkable woman. She had fulfilled her rol
ing paraplegic for life. During that challenging period, circumstances had forced him to part ways with the woman he loved. Under his mother's insistence, he had entered into an a
epared to offer you ten million dollars." Braiden's tone was devoid of emotion, indic
eary eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and
r third wedding anniversary. She had envisioned celebrating it
through her thoughts, cold and detached, offering no glim
like a bolt from the bl
or three years seemed to easily disintegrate
oke the silence. "Miss Powell vomited
heading towards the guest room. His voice, deep and urgent,
fragile woman in his arms. Natalia was enfolded
eem like she was on the brink of death. Cradled by Br
"The lawyer will discuss the divorce details with y
oman in his arms and proceeded do
fixed on their departing figures. Natalia, nestled in
d said to her with a sly gri
ight. Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks as she wrapped h
espair to this day, she had observed him from afar for ten yea
w much she debased herself, it was clear she c
n't shed tears
the gentle and fragile woman, replaced by someone cold
e for her
ster bedroom, the divorce pape
g on the familiar signature. A brief flicker of emotion cr
g back the tears, picked up t
ame, and it was fitting that i
nearly a year selecting and carving from jade, in
ous gifts, each chosen with care, only for them to be disregarded
luxury car waiting by the curb. She entered t
air of sunglasses, smirked and said, "Con
aging. "It's time to rediscover yourself. W