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Wendy nodded obediently.

Whatever. Probably even fate was telling me that there was nothing I needed to take with me. Since I came here with nothing, I should leave with nothing.

I ignored Wendy’s hesitant expression and returned to my room. I called my friend, Yasmine Warren.

When she answered, I could hear the sound of a keyboard clicking away in the background. “So, did you manage to conquer your man?”

I covered my face in embarrassment. Agreeing to try the lingerie tactic was the worst decision I ever made in my life.” Don’t even ask about it. I need to ask you something. Can you help draft a divorce agreement?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I grab a deal that has fallen into my lap? Just send my contact information to the heartbroken woman who needs it,” Yasmine replied.

“Have you ever thought that by chance, I could be the heartbroken woman you’re talking about?”

“Oh!” Her voice sounded apologetic. “Did you come to that realization after failing to win your dream guy over?”

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I replied, “Always being the giver in a relationship would wear anyone out.” After all, he had betrayed me.

I had ample evidence of his emotional infidelity. Regardless of whether he and Claudia had crossed the line or tasted the

forbidden fruit, he wasn’t worth me putting in the effort

anymore.

Yasmine didn’t ask further and simply agreed. “In that case, have you thought about what I asked you before?”

I answered firmly, “You mean about the job? I’ll do it.”

Yasmine and I met at the same private elementary school. We

went to the same middle school, high school, and university.

However, she was now a famous lawyer in the city. Despite being a woman, Yasmine could dominate the courtroom as well as a man. Meanwhile, I got married right after graduation due to my intense infatuation and devotion to Nicholas.

Despite her successful career, Yasmine never forgot about me, her underachieving friend. She always recommended me tirelessly to her law firm’s partners. “Mr. Harmon has always admired you. Silas Harmon, you know him, right?”

I still remember how proud she looked when she said that to me. It was as if she were Silas himself.

Silas was a well–known lawyer in the country. He had over 30 law firms nationwide. His office in Radiant City was located at the most expensive building in the CBD. He was truly a leading figure in the legal industry.

I had been interested for a long time. If it weren’t for my focus on preparing for pregnancy and wanting to have a child with Nicholas, I wouldn’t have waited until now.

Determined, I went to Nicholas‘ study. I didn’t expect to find him working.

He looked up and spoke coldly, “Don’t you know how to knock?”

I replied, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were inside. I just need to get a few books, and then I’ll leave.”

I needed to find my old law books and use them to revise. After all, I hadn’t worked in the field for four years. No matter how outstanding I was in university, it was irrelevant now.

Nicholas‘ brows furrowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on me. What are you looking for?”

I kept telling myself that life was a series of compromises. Since I had decided to leave, there was no need to argue or

make a scene.

I continued searching while answering nonchalantly, “My law books from university.”

Being a lawyer required a strong foundation in the basics. If I couldn’t even recite the legislation from memory, then there was no need to dream of becoming a lawyer.

Nicholas didn’t need to think hard to figure out what I was planning. Suddenly, he started clicking on his mouse rapidly. The sound of his mouse clicking incessantly drove me crazy.

I climbed up and down the ladder in front of the bookshelf while intentionally making as much noise as possible to vent my frustrations. I abandoned all pretense of being ladylike.

Nicholas‘ eyes remained cold and indifferent. “You want to go outside and work? I won’t allow it.” a