"I am here to take my wife home." Rosalyn stared at him with a stunned expression on her face. She went puzzled to see him deadly serious. But to her, that word 'wife' sounded a joke only. She smiled bitterly and exhaled a long breath.
Why now when I gave him the freedom which was craving for a long time? Rosalyn asked herself.
"Wife?" She snorted. "Are you kidding me?" She laughed humorlessly and looked at him in disbelief.
"Yes, you are," His voice was deadpanned. Rosalyn's jaw clenched in anger.
Giving him a murderous glare, she seethed, "We are divorced, Mr. Anderson. There has nothing left in between us."
He said with a cruel smile, "I ripped that apart before threw that inside the dustbin in my study room."
Rosalyn froze. Her mouth hung open in shock. No, it can't be possib
