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For ten years of our marriage, whenever Damian Blackwood cheated, I was the one who cleaned up his messes.
It had become an open secret, whispered throughout the elite circles of Los Angeles.
Until he started toying with a viral model from Texas and carelessly knocked her up.
As was my routine, I threw down a ten million dollar check, ordering her to have an abortion and disappear.
But that very night, as Amber Lynn lay in the hospital, tears streaming down her face, Damian lost all control and kicked the door open.
"Who told you to lay a hand on her?"
"Claire, Amber isn't like the others. I'm keeping this child."
"From today onwards, you are to take care of her every need. If anything happens to the child, you'll be held solely responsible!"
His investment partner, standing nearby, tried to placate me:
"Mrs. Blackwood, this is just a passing fancy for him. Don't take it to heart. Amber is merely a pretty plaything; how could she ever measure up to you?"
"Making a bit of a fuss is one thing, but that should be the end of it. You wouldn't actually dare to divorce him, would you? You've endured this for ten years; this time will be no different."
He had cheated hundreds of times before, and each time, I was the one managing the public relations fallout.
Everyone said I was hopelessly devoted to Damian, that I'd sooner die than leave his side.
But this time, I suddenly felt… weary.

Gilded Cage, Broken Wings

The agony from my shattered bones was unbearable.


The man beside me noticed instantly, rushing to my side to comfort me:


"Are you alright, Claire? It's been ten years. We're finally seeing each other again."


"Don't worry. When I heard about your equestrian accident, the doctor had already flown back to the States. I'll take you to him right now."


His gaze was icy, yet the tenderness in their depths was impossible to conceal.


He clutched my hand tightly, his expression overflowing with the joy of having me back.


"This time, I won't ever let you go again."


"Here's what you asked for. I've already had someone send them over. Take a look and see if there's anything else you need."


Two divorce agreements were thrust into my hand.


With trembling hands, I flipped to the last page.


In the signature space, a flamboyant English signature was penned.


Chapter 7