Broken Marriage of Convenience

ife. She was going to visit one of the top hairdressers in the city. Her hair had become frizzy and unmanageable over the

alon was luxurious, with sleek, modern decor and a calming ambiance. Helena felt a mix of excitement and ne

aid with a warm smile. "Wha

hair... it's been neglected for years. I want

through the frizzy strands. "We can certainly

t was a picture of her late mother, with beautiful,

the picture. "Your mother had stunning ha

ith a series of specialised products designed to restore its natural texture. Helena sat back and closed her eyes, al

ed her a mirror. Helena looked at her reflection and gasped. It was like seeing a ghost from the past;

e whispered, feeling

k beautiful. Your husband won't b

at the small band on her finger, the one thing that showed th

w look, sadness at the state of her marriage, and a determination to keep moving forward. The weight of the bag in her hand was a reminder of

her reflection in every passing window. She finally felt like she was taking steps

lipped into a comfortable robe and headed downstairs to find something to eat. As

ing!" Maria exclaimed, her

. "Thank you, Maria.

re you feeling alright? You've been doi

oken worry. "I'm fine, really. Just t

't completely leave her eyes. "If you

ntiment. "Thank you, Mari

sense of accomplishment, having taken another significant step toward a better version of herself. The image

new look, but Sergey's reaction was the least of her concerns. She had done this for herself, to fee

any challenges ahead, but she felt more equipped to handle them. She was determined to liv

of hope. This was just the beginning of her journey.

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a bit weird in her linen green dress. Her curly hair, rejuvenated and bouncy, was pulled into a high ponytail and tied with her mother's scarf. It was

control. Despite her nerves, Helena held her head high and walked through the large glass doors, her ID ready. As she passed through

le," the receptionist said war

Mr. Anders," Helena replie

ve someone escort y

time to reflect on the decision she was about to pursue. When the elevator doors finally opened, she was greeted by Mr.

coming as he embraced her briefly. "It's good to s

of anxiety. "I came alone. I nee

another deep breath, gathering her courage. "I need to know how I can divor

request. "Helena, that's very difficult. You know the stipulations your father put in place. The con

aid, her voice tinged with frustration and

protect the company's interests. Any attempt to dissolve this marriage prematurely could cause significant financial and le

s saying. "So, I'm trapped," she whispe

legally justify a divorce without damaging the contract

, and her desire for freedom threatened to upset that balance. She quickly changed her approach, masking her true intentions. "I

t fully dissipate. "If there's anything else

, forcing a smile. "I

head and decide her next steps. As she exited the building, she decided to take a walk around the bl

passed by familiar landmarks, each one bringing back memories of her father and

er thoughts. She replayed the conversation with Mr. Anders, the implications of his words se

rily easing her mind. She had a second chance at life, and she wasn't going to let the circumstances dictate her happiness.

e all the answers yet, but she was determined to find them. One step at a time, she wou

first step by seeking information. Now, she needed to strategise and plan her next move carefully. Wi