NovelBarHe went into the study and returned with a document in his hand.
Then, he gently handed her the document.
Sitting across from her, he looked composed and formal.
“Miss Gordon, I’m willing to raise our two children together,” he said with an air of detachment. “But you need to sign this separation agreement. Once you do, I’ll provide you with the corresponding alimony and visit the children once a week.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRena felt a sense of humiliation wash over her.
She couldn’t help but think that this was no different from divorce.
She considered pleading with him to reconsider, but she knew it would only push him further away
In fact, she should be glad.
Inwardly, she acknowledged that at least he was acknowledging their children’s existence, but her heart remained heavy.
The man she loved was sitting before her, and yet she couldn’t even embrace him, fearing his aversion. She couldn’t figure out what he was thinking about her and Elvira.
But she could never compete with a dead person.
Rena read through the separation agreement he had drawn up.
It outlined the custody of the children and a monthly alimony of two million dollars. He would visit once a week, but otherwise, they would not see each other. Of course, if there was an important activity that needed them to attend together, the other party had to unconditionally cooperate. The agreement also emphasized the need for marital loyalty.
Waylen stood up and suggested, “Take your time to think about it.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had something else to do in the law office, so he went into the cloakroom of the main bedroom and was about to change his clothes.
No sooner had he taken off his shirt than she followed him in.
Rena followed him, her heart urging her not to accept the separation. She stepped closer to him and said firmly, “Waylen, | don’t want to live apart from you.”
Frowning slightly, Waylen looked at her.
He put his hand on the belt and saw her still standing there.
Her face was red and her nose was red, as if she had cried.
She looked like she was easy to be picked on.
“Do you want to watch me change my clothes that much?” he questioned with a hoarse voice. “Mrs. Fowler, | haven’t had sex in a long time. If you want, let’s do it now.”
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