A Secret Divorce

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She sat on the bed, subconsciously gripping on to the sheets. Her heart had increased by several paces faster and her breath had caught short in her throat, but she still glared at him like she could and would slit his throat with her press on nails.

Chris stared back at her, eye to eye, not a sign of fear or the slightest bit of love in his cold heartless eyes.

He let out a soft sigh and let his hands dig ...