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In three years of marriage, Josephine Sinclair had caught Peter Garrison cheating for the ninety–ninth time.
After an overnight flight, she stood there pale and exhausted, staring at the clothes strewn across the floor.
The thick stench of sweat and desire clung to the air, turning her stomach.
Peter was shirtless, leaning back against the headboard, the woman in his arms wearing Josephine’s silk nightgown.
His hand was roaming freely over the woman’s body.
There was a growing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He arched a brow, flashing a mocking grin at the woman who had just walked in on them.
“Well? Doesn’t she look better in it than you ever did?
“Josephine, if I’m counting right, this makes ninety–nine. And you’re still refusing to sign the divorce papers?”
She pressed a hand to her stomach, her movements mechanical.
For the first time, she didn’t explode at his cruelty.
“Put some clothes on. We need to talk.”
Peter snorted and glanced at her retreating back.
“Talk? What is there left for us to talk about?”
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Josephine stopped but didn’t turn around.
“About the divorce.”
Peter looked stunned for a second, his lips parting slightly.
“That’s great! Mr. Garrison, you’re about to get what you want!”
She sat down in the study and waited less than five minutes before Peter pushed the door open, fully dressed.
Clearly, he couldn’t wait to get this over with.
“You’re not messing with me, right?”
That sneer in his eyes–Josephine saw it loud and clear.
She didn’t bother responding. Instead, she slid the divorce papers across the desk toward him.
“Take a look. If everything looks fine, go ahead and sign.”
Peter picked up the document and browsed, slightly furrowed, clearly suspicious. He didn’t believe for a second that Josephine would actually want a divorce.
The Sinclair family had long since lost its former glory.
He was sure she’d cling to him to the bitter end, draining him of every last drop.
But once he read through the agreement, he froze.
Josephine wasn’t asking for anything–not money, not property. She was even giving up their house.
He frowned. “You serious? You’re not planning to sign this and then.
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show up at the family estate making a scene, are you?”
Josephine remained calm from start to finish.
“I’m serious. And no, I won’t cause any trouble. Don’t worry.”
Without another word, Peter grabbed a pen and quickly signed his name at the bottom.
As the last stroke landed, the corner of his lips lifted slightly, like a weight had finally been lifted.
“Well, if the papers are signed, let’s go to the courthouse 1 and make it official. There’s a thirty–day cooling–off period–I don’t want to waste a single extra day with you.”
“Right now?”
Josephine frowned.
“Heh, I knew it. You’re backing out, aren’t you?”
Pain twisted in her stomach, but she could not help looking at Peter’s mocking expression.
“Let’s go.”
She didn’t stop for a second. Together, they filed the paperwork.
When the staff handed them a form, he explained, “If either of you changes your mind within these 30 days-”
“Why would I regret this?” Peter scoffed, tossing the pen onto the desk with a broader grin.
Josephine came out late but saw that Peter’s car hadn’t left yet.
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He was parked by the roadside, honking the horn at her.
The window was halfway down. He took off his sunglasses, looking
relaxed as he smirked at her.
“Josephine, you know what they say–one night as a couple, a hundred nights of kindness. We did share a bed, after all. No need to worry about finding someone new. That guy earlier seemed pretty into you.”
He held out a business card, clearly hoping to humiliate her.
What he didn’t expect was for Josephine to reach out and take it without hesitation.
“Thanks. I’ll think about it.”
With that, she turned and walked away without a second glance.
Leaving Peter frozen in place.
Peter didn’t know.
Those 30 days?
They weren’t just the countdown to the end of their marriage.
They were also the countdown to Josephine’s death.
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