I loved Damon for ten years, married for three. He asked for divorce 101 times.
The first 100 times, I begged. Pleaded. Lost all my pride. The 101st time, I signed.
He thought I would still come back, that I couldn't live without him. But he never knew—New York’s richest man, Lucas, waited seven years for me. He was the stranger I saved from a fire long ago. And now, he’s the one I’ll marry.
Damon, your late affection is worthless. This time, I walk away—for good.