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In the seventh year of our marriage, my husband, Lewis, was entangled with his assistant.
Every time I caught him, he would tearfully promise to break it off, only to turn right around and go back to her.
The same drama played out dozens of times.
At the brand launch event, his assistant intentionally pushed me, spilling champagne all over my face.
Just as I was about to explain, Lewis rushed over to shield her and slapped me across the face.
"Miranda! You can't even hold a glass of champagne steady, and you dare to hit Natalie? Get the hell out!"
Dozens of executives and employees in the audience watched as I, the founder of the brand, was humiliated.
I clutched my face and suddenly burst out laughing.
"I can't stand myself either, for I should have divorced you long ago."
Next morning, the entire company received a notice.

Reclaiming Myself After Divorce

"Miranda, I know I was wrong. Please, just give me one last chance, okay?"


"Natalie and I are completely over. I was out of my mind this past year, but you're the only one I've ever truly loved... Life is long. Don't sentence me to death over one mistake, please?"


Every time, he knew he was wrong, but he never truly changed.


Forgiving him was too easy, but who was supposed to heal the scars in my heart?


I looked at him calmly, suddenly realizing my heart no longer stirred for him.


"You're right, life is long. I still believe in love, but that person will never be you."


His eyes instantly reddened, and he reached out a trembling hand, trying to grab mine.


"Miranda, you can have the company. I'll give you everything, I don't want any of it. I just beg you not to leave."


His voice caught, so choked with emotion he couldn't speak, and he suddenly dropped to his knees.


Chapter 10