“Over…” Emily repeated softly, her eyes falling on the title: Dissolution of Marriage.

“Don’t play the victim,” he added. “You were a waitress when I met you. I gave you a better life.”

He leaned back with a smirk.

“But you never fit in. You don’t know how to dress, how to speak to investors… you’re just…

The ink on the divorce documents had barely continue reading …

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