At the doorway, Brandon opened the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of wool slippers, and set them down in front of Vivian.
Vivian stared at the brand-new women's slippers.
She didn't remember seeing these yesterday.
"These are for..."
Vivian was always cautious about boundaries with the opposite s*x.
What if they were for someone else?
She couldn't just assume they were for her.
After all, no girlfriend didn't necessarily mean no other woman in his life.
Brandon answered openly,
"We'll be working together from now on. These are for you."
Vivian dropped the thought.
She slipped off her heels, took off her coat, and stepped inside.
Brandon went straight to the point.
"You want a divorce?"
Vivian nodded.
"Yes. But Julian refuses. He made arrangements behind my back. Now no lawyer
