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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

"You must still have feelings for me. Your notes are filled with things you adore about me. You and Lyle are only pretending to be wed. You're collaborating to get revenge on me. Alright, you've won. I apologize. I know your love for me remains, Rowena." He struggled to accept the reality.


I exhaled deeply, pushing my phone towards him with the note visible. "You're mistaken," I responded, my voice cold as ice. "Haven't I made it clear? My love for you is gone." The note that once brimmed with his name and our shared memories now exclusively featured Lyle. All traces of the past had been erased.


"Moreover, my union with Lyle is genuine. I have documentation to prove it."


Nicolas gazed at me in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief.


"How is that possible? Our divorce was just finalized! How could you marry so quickly?"


I reclined in my seat, arms folded, striving to keep my voice level despite my internal rage.


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