Novel Name : The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 1938

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The reason why Lumi hated Samuel so much was not because he betrayed her. If it is simply speaking,

cheating and finding a woman will not lead her to the stage of divorce.

The most important thing is Kirsi. My sister is more important than my husband.

He teamed up with her most beloved sister, betrayed her together, and played her round and round. No

matter how the two explained it, they couldn’t wash away their sins.

She doesn’t believe a word anymore.

Lumi looked at the deep night in the distance, with no street lights, like a black hole that could swallow

everything.

“Divorce tomorrow, make a quick decision. If you don’t want to get divorced, I will send your photos and

file a divorce lawsuit in the name of your cheating. Samuel, you have to make trouble so ugly, and you

found it yourself. “

Lumi’s voice did not waver at all. Anyway, the advantage is in her hands. If she smashes the good hand

in front of her, she will be really stupid.

You want to say that you have no nostalgia for this man, no. They have never quarreled since they got

married, and even if there is a dispute, Samuel will give in.

Every minute they spent together was plain and warm. It’s not that there is no emotion, it’s just that there

is no such deep emotion.

It wasn’t enough to let Lumi fall into it. Lumi struggled to let go of his hand, but her tough attitude did not

change at all. She didn’t have any intention of eating back, and she would never have wronged herself.

She wouldn’t do anything that gave up her self-esteem for the sake of feeling. Her career can fail again

and again, but not men. If it fails, Samuel, you have to replace it.

Samuel stood there helplessly, watching Lumi go in, and he didn’t even have the courage to chase in.

Every word of her was on his weakness.

That trivial liking from what he said didn’t seem to make her change her mind.

Now, he has only tasted the weight of the word regret.

The lights are on. The evening rush hour has passed, and there are few cars on the road.

He went all the way back, feeling like a walking dead.

The phone rang again.

It is Kirsi.

He was buried on the steering wheel, and the whole figure seemed to be drained of strength.

He slammed into it with a punch, making a huge roar, breaking the silence of the night. It was torn apart

with a sound, and then fell into silence.

He calmly packed up his mood and picked up the phone.

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