Chapter 43
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Chapter 43
When I finally finished arranging the boxes, I straightened and wiped the beads of sweat from my temples. Finally, I had enough space now.
My stomach growled, reminding me it was time for breakfast. There was no kitchen in my room where I could cook, so I ate what was available: an onion bread and sliced fruits.
My breakfast would never be complete unless there was coffee on my table. I heated water in the electric kettle and made myself an instant coffee. While sipping my coffee, my phone rang. Howered the cup of coffee on the table and grabbed my phone.
A frown scrunched my eyebrows as I looked at the screen and found myself staring at an unregistered number.
Is it Grey? My heart jumped inside my chest, and I pressed the answer button. “Hello?”
“May I speak with Ms. Lily De Silva?” said a familiar voice on the other line.
My heart sank, realizing that the voice wasn’t Grey’s. “Yes, speaking. May I know who’s on the other line, please?”
“Ms. De Silva, this is the Bradford family lawyer. Can we most today so you can sign the divorce papers? Mr. Greyson wants them signed immediately
The news broke my heart. I pushed the tears at bay and pulled myself together. “Where can we meet?” I asked calmly.
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