Chapter 29
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” “Henry, I need a divorce.” Yes. Yes I knew what I was saying. He'd loved me for six entire years. “Why? After all my confession.” A frown was taking over his face. And I found myself frowning also. “I want it because of your confession.” “Huh?” “You loved me for so long.” I pointed out, still feeling stumped at the years. “And still treated me the way you did? Don't you see, that is alarming. It's creepy.” It was obvious from his stare that he didn't understand what I meant. So I explained. “First of all, you've never for once made me feel like a real wife. You treat me like some ghost in the house. Always act tired of my presence whenever we're together. “Then let's go to your attitude.” I let out a dry chortle just thinking of that part o
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