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The third instance Nicolas Reid and I found ourselves at the courthouse was due to his decision to reassign my cherished role as head meteorologist to the station's latest weather presenter.
Casually propped against his vehicle, a cigarette between his lips, Nicolas exhaled smoke and gazed at me with barely concealed annoyance.
"Is this really essential?" he questioned, his voice dismissive. "I mean, giving her your position is just a way for you to take a breather, isn't it? Heaven knows you could use one." He grinned, tapping ash onto the ground. "Plus, I only gave her the job to keep her content. Can't you just endure it? For my sake?"
I maintained a steady gaze, looking straight ahead as if his irritating words hadn't been spoken. Calmly, I responded with three short words.
"Let's go inside."
That night, I observed Nicolas with his arm around the new girl, chuckling and drinking with his companions as if without a worry in the world.
"So, what's your plan if Rowena actually follows through with the divorce?" One of his friends teased, a smile playing on his lips.
Nicolas took a long sip of his beverage, his eyes narrowing with an air of superiority.
"That's not going to happen. She cares for me too much to go through with it. She's just being dramatic. Typical her."
It wasn't until he saw me, some weeks later, seated in the back of another man's wedding car that he realized I hadn't been joking.

The Meteorologist's Revenge, Forecast for Divorce

A surge of anxiety mixed with apprehension swept over me, causing my hands to become clammy.


Lyle's cool touch found my fingers and he softly pressed my hand.


"Are you alright?" he inquired, his tone quiet and worried.


I paused, struggling to articulate my emotions.


Lyle offered a comforting grin and delicately stroked my hair.


"It's okay, I'm right here," he murmured.


His words acted like a calming ointment on my troubled mind, and I felt an unexpected sense of peace.


In Eldermere, custom dictated that wedding processions occur in the early hours, with the ceremony concluding before midday. As firecrackers were prohibited within city limits, balloons were burst to mark the celebration.


Lyle had gone above and beyond, somehow procuring ribbons and floral arrangements symbolizing love. The entire path from the villa to the hotel was adorned beautifully. Passersby stopped to take photos, some even clapping as we passed by.


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