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My Ex-Husband Desires Me

"Wh..wh.. what is this Maxwell?" She raised her head, her vision was blurred with unshed tears.   "Can't you read?" He asked, "I'm filing for a divorce, sign it and let's both go our separate ways." He handed her a pen.   "What did I do? I thought you said you loved me. Were you just fooling with me? Did you toy with my feelings?" She sobbed. The tears she had been holding flowed freely down her cheeks.   "Don't act like you don't know what you did. What? You thought I would never find out? You gold-digging whore!" He yelled.    Morgana grabbed the table cloth, every word that left his mouth was like an arrow piercing through her chest. "Why would you say that to me? You've known me for a year now, do I look like a gold digger to you?" She cleaned her tears, but the tears kept falling nonstop.   "That's because you are good at acting. Do you want me to tell you what you did since you can't seem to remember?"    "You are the reason I got drunk that night, You got me drunk just so you could sleep with me and after that, you leaked the information because you knew that my family would ask us to get married just to save our reputation."  ........... After their wedding anniversary, which ended up with a divorce, Morgana swore to herself that she would work hard and earn for herself and her unborn baby. But then, her supposed Ex-Husband wants her back and is trying his best to get back into her life.

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Rule number five

In the morning, the police officer who helped her escape was called to the interrogation room to give his statement. "I was doing my rounds when she requested to be taken to the bathroom. When we got there, she tried to escape, running to the broken passageway. I followed her and tried to stop her. While we were fighting, she pulled a knife from my belt and stabbed me with it."

"Why didn't you call for help when she tried to run away?" The officer asked.

"Because if I had run to get help then she'd have escaped so I tried to stop her on my own." The officer replied.

"Where is the knife? Have you searched for fingerprints?" The inspector asked one of his colleagues.

"Yes we have done that already, there are two fingerprints on the knife, his and the fugitive's." His colleague replied.

The officer nodded. "You can leave, take a short break until your hand heals, we don't want a liability." The inspector said,