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Lawyer Luo said, “Generally speaking, divorce litigation is indeed more emotionally draining for the parties involved than other lawsuits. If the other side refuses to divorce, you must be prepared for a long battle.”
Claudine said, “Understood. Thank you, Lawyer Luo.”
After hanging up, Claudine pulled her car over to the side of the road.
She sat in the driver’s seat, her hands resting on the steering wheel, burying her face deep in the crook of her arm.
She had never imagined that one day, trying to draw a clear line with Damian would be so difficult.
After a long while, she slowly sat up.
There were still traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.
She picked up her phone and sent Damian a message.
Since she couldn’t get a clean divorce, then no one would have it easy.
Damian received a text message from Claudine.
After seeing that chat screenshot, he finally understood why Claudine was so angry.
It was Audrey!
She sent Claudine a birthday photo, and the date on the photo was the day Claudine had a massive hemorrhage and induced labor.
No wonder…
Damian stared at the timestamp on the photo, imagining how much pain Claudine must have felt when she saw it.
For the first time in so many years, he felt dissatisfied with Audrey.
He regretted even more telling Audrey about that incident.
He had thought that, as a woman herself, Audrey would understand Claudine’s pain at that time, would realize his guilt towards Claudine, and would let go of her own obsession.
He never expected Audrey would choose to use this matter to hurt Claudine.
He held his phone, his thumb hovering over the keyboard, wanting to say something to Claudine, but he also knew that any words would be pale and powerless in the face of the hurt Claudine had suffered, not worth mentioning.
He dialed another number, arranging for someone to send Audrey back to Bronzevale immediately.
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Out of respect for their past, he didn’t want to embarrass Audrey, nor did he want to confront her.
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He only hoped that by sending her back to Bronzevale, she would understand his attitude about this matter and re- strain herself in the future.
As for Claudine…
Damian glanced at the photo on his phone again.
He knew that at this moment, Claudine definitely didn’t want to hear any of his explanations.
As for what Claudine wanted, he had a general idea.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the yard, swirling the fallen plane tree leaves across the ground.
A wave of desolation surged in Damian’s heart.
Claudine no longer treated him with the same sincerity as before.
Even the child they lost had now become a weapon in her hands.
He should have been angry, should have been upset that Claudine was now scheming against him, but deep down, he felt a bit relieved.
Relieved that his status and position still had some use for Claudine.
Otherwise, this marriage would probably have ended long ago.
Claudine drove to the place her brother had recommended.
She parked by the roadside and looked around at the location.
Not only was there a children’s art center here, but next door was a TV station and a mall-the location was excellent.
Claudine took a few photos and sent them to her brother.
“Brother, I’ve checked out the place. The location is great.
“I have a friend who runs a personal renovation studio in Reedport. I’ll go talk to him later.”
She was about to return to Bronzevale, so she wanted to get everything arranged before leaving Reedport.
Mitchell had already messaged her, saying he had recently applied for a new project and wanted her to join.
Such a good opportunity was something Claudine naturally wanted to cherish.
Benjamin replied quickly, sending the signed lease contract.
“You can decide about the renovation. If you need anything, just talk to Karina.”
Claudine replied to the message and went upstairs to take a look at the storefront.
It used to be a dance studio, so much of the basic renovation could still be used, and the changes wouldn’t be too trou-
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She contacted her friend and arranged to meet at a private restaurant, where they discussed her ideas and requirements for the renovation. Her friend promised to provide design renderings within three days.
By the time she left the restaurant, it was already evening.
In winter, Reedport’s sky always darkened quickly, and the neon lights on the street were already shining.
Christmas was approaching, and the mall windows were already decorated for the holiday
Claudine’s phone rang-it was her mother calling.
She pressed the answer button.
“Claudy, where are you? I haven’t seen you all day.”
Claudine walked toward the parking lot.
“I met up with a friend. What’s up?”
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