From Divorced To A Billionaire

n himself, "Would there be a time when Stella an

n his wobbly knees. At the time his sweaty palms had dented the divorce papers with dirt. H

tastrophic soul, he intoned, "S

t a pen and scribbled on the divorce

knees and not regarding the onlookers who could probably be investiga

before gazing at himself from head to toes; St

found it pertinent to cheat on me with her boss. Oh this

nd then staring around, he was affronted by the reali

bs; his duty as a janitor at the municipal post office and the town hall. He would have to

ded to do two jobs so he could earn enough money and buy her the gold ring; aghast after his failed marriage, e

parents in a ghastly car accident. He only had thought his solace bellied in Stella

e asked his thought as he glided

led promises. As serious as it were, it would have been better if Stella had promise

he heartbreak deranged his morality

murmuring and g

ate," he sounded, "If I ever survive this dilemma," he reaffirmed, "Oh Stella I promise to avenge

out her photo. Through the edifice of hurt that had erupted in hi

o neither of you will escape my fury. I just pray I survive," he beamed, raised his cri

had been faithful in this marriage till this moment when he stood on his last toes. With his eyes shut

ife; it wasn't easy and it had never been easy to wave bye to a marriag

ed upon it with disdain, and the feeling that it kept reminding him of Stella, yet he t

w he was walking carelessly not until he bumped into

shing lady with such physical challenge, the g

an apology. "I...I didn't realize I was bumping..."

ll smiles, took the gold ring and settled her gaze of admirati

plied, "Yes, you could own it. Can you be my w

was about