Chapter 3
The taxi I took pulled up in front of my good friend Kayla Watson’s house.
There was always a room in Kayla’s house reserved for me.
She looked quite surprised when she saw me knocking on the door. “What’s wrong? Did you fight with Reginald?”
I smiled at her and explained, “I’m planning to get a divorce. The paperwork isn’t done yet. I’m gonna ask him to do it tomorrow.”
Kayla, all excited, pulled me into the house and started asking for details, “So, what about that brat Charlie? Is he gonna be with you or what?”
“With his dad. He doesn’t need me that much,” I answered.
Kayla said, “I told you so. Neither Reginald nor Charlie is any good, including that slut Lauren. You finally see it now.”
I smiled bitterly, “Yeah, I should’ve listened to you and left earlier.”
“It’s not too late now, though. I heard there’s an art exhibition in Parinuss. The organizer likes your works from eight years ago and wants you to paint a few more. Are you gonna fly to Parinuss next?” said Kayla.
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I nodded. “I talked to them yesterday. They said they’d cover the flight and accommodation. They’re gonna invite me to go to Franunn for further study and attend the exhibition in half a month.”
Kayla was genuinely happy for me when she heard this.
Chapter 3
Before he could finish, his phone rang.
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It was Kayla calling. “Charlie, you son of a bitch. Michelle made an appointment with you to get the divorce papers. How could she be on that desolate and wrong road? How could she get hit by a billboard? Do you know she lay there for an hour before someone found her and sent her to the hospital?”
