I WANT A DIVORCE 1

MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: TWO STEPS FROM HELL, ARCHANGEL.

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Garth's hand jerked, nearly crumpling the contract. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice sharp.

"I said," Harlow repeated, her tone cold and unwavering, "I want a divorce."

The room fell silent. Everyone unable to speak or say anything.

George choked on his tea, sputtering as he tried to regain his composure. Jane's eyes darted between Harlow and Garth, wide with disbelief. Never have the Hamilton's been involved in a chaotic breakfast. How did their wonderful meal turn into something else.

This new madam, she was really something else. A pain in the ass.

Alanis, however, was unbothered. He leaned back in his chair, his posture deceptively relaxed as he smirked.

Harlow's eyes narrowed as she turned to him. A smirk?

Is that amusement?

What was so funny?

Was he finding everything she did funny?