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ough was moves A question, the pondered, she only ki
no matter what, even if she had to return to Calancho
Dodajnem bestik, an und 50 Sokken. Whether by chance on intentions, they arrived almost simultaneously. Dolores ignored Adam, huffed, and walked up
nest no see her. “Mrs. Wakosin, you’re frady back. These days you were away, Mr. Walcott was quite upset. I didn’t
was more relaxed in her presence. So she kept chattering. “Which couple doens’t argue
by Dolores bånd this b
lam. She asked cawaly. “Lysda, does your husband eat the food you ordered”
sarse, he ears whatever I order. He’s not pick
usade, her sone indiferent. “Batm husband never eats what I order or cook”
glanced at the doorway, where Adam stood with a grim face, has thin lips pressed tight, exuding a chilling aura.
s to the second floor and opened the bedroom door. The familiar went hit her. Adam hadn’t stayed here recently, the
he placed on the nightstand were still there.
and two 30–inch suitcases, which couldn’t a quarter of the clothes in the closet. The ones she bought what was left were the luxury brand gifs from Adam each a new season’s item that ordinary people couldn’t get their hands on Event one every day for two years without repeating
e years of mamage, aside from not liking her. Adam hadn’t deprived her materially, leading her to often mistakenly think he might
i motored just as Dolores wi food you wedere
ings into the sumcase. His face darkened as he spoke. “Is it worth making such a fuss over me not eating
its a small matter“”
folded clothes into the suitcase and stood up to face him. “You think it’s a
her words, dearly annoyed. I thought we both agreed to this arrangement.”
Making Dolores his personal aodant was Yaras idea. Adum arranged it but didn’t think he had to eat what she ordered. He even to move to another department, she could apply at any time. But Dolores had refused.
umbition and as content with a dead–end job, so Adam had nothing to say, treating her like a freeloader.
Dolores L sed butterly at
even said if she wanted
self–righteous antitude, wanting to smash his head open to see what was inside. “Yes, we agreed to this arrangement. we agreed upon when we got married” she said loudly.
Dolores no longer had the patience to sort through things carefully. She shoved the clothes into the suitcase, ripped it up, and said. “Til come back for the rest tomorrow. On Monday, let’s finalize the divorce, so we don’t waste each other’s time.”
Adams patimor was exhausted. As Dolores tried to pass him with the suitcase, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her onto the couch, pulling out his phone and towing it to her “Order”
Dolores frowned, not understanding what he was doing. Adam continued. “You heard the doctor today Yara’s health can’t take any more stress. Youre upset because I didn’t eat your food, right! Order now, and I’ll eat. But you can’t bring up divorce again. at least not until Varas condition
Dolores brow remained furrowed, the suspected Adam was doing this on purpose. It wasn’t about eating or arguing, he knew very well what the real issue in their manage was. Yet he insisted on evading the main problem and twisting her words.
Dolores looked into his eyes unmoved. The most I can do is keep the divorce a secret from Yara. I’ll pretend in front of her as needed, 24/7 if you
whe
Though Dolors said this, she knew he wouldn’t control her after the divorce. So she just needed to say the right things for now
Adam face darkened, ready to explode. Dolores gritted her teeth and delivered the final blow, “Adamu, it’s really annoying when a man clings
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Dolores knew him too well. A man like Adam, born into privilege and used to being flattered, couldn’t stand being described this way.
“Clinging on?” Adam was enraged, his voice dripping with anger. He scoffed, “You? Worth it?”
Then Adam stood up, looking down at her. The lawyer will contact you about the divorce details tomorrow. Now get out”
Dolores jumped up from the couch, grabbed her suitcase, and rushed out faster than a rabbit, afraid Adam would change his mind. “Till get the rest
tomorrow.”
“No need. I’ll have Lydia throw it out, Adam said coldly.
Dolores didn’t slow down, her voice trailing off as she left. “Fine, suit yourself.”
When he watched Dolores retreating figure, Adam’s face was as cold as ice.
