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“Let’s get divorced.”
My husband frowned at my sudden announcement.
“Don’t say nonsense, Louiella. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) We’re no longer children.”
You’re asking for a divorce because you’re not a child.
We’ve never slept in eight years. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) So I came to a conclusion. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) My husband is either a d*ck or gay.
On the day I notified my divorce to my husband, I returned back to when I was an eight year old kid.
I decided to remain friends with my enemy-like ex-husband.
Somehow, I filled in the dissatisfaction caused by her ex-husband with another man.
So this time, I will pick the right man.
“Gerald. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) I’m going to date.”
“What?”
“I think Carlo of the Dvore family is good. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) He’s moderately handsome, moderately applied, and moderately nice.”
“You’re saying weird things.”
“What?”
“Louiela, if you’re trying to make me jealous, stop there.”
What on Earth are you talking about? I’m serious.
“If you say you are serious about it, then I’ll really get angry.”
The crazy man can read minds. (𝕄𝕋𝕃ℕ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ𝕊.CʘM) What’s wrong with him?