“Only yesterday, the Young Business Executive Young Billionaire Andrius Easton admitted that his relationship with his wife is no longer good, so they decided to end their relationship!” the showbiz male newscaster said before the lady next to him spoke out.
“According to him, no third party was involved, and the relationship between the two is quite skewed. We attempted to obtain Beatrice Scott's statement, the heiress of the Scott's, but she refused to explain!”
The word quickly spread to the others, as I put the bottle nipple to Cassandra. She's been weeping for a long while now, but I'm not sure what she wants. I was now inside the room and television was astounded to learn that the news was about Andrius and Beatrice. I already know that since Stanley's parents have already discussed it, and I feel bad about what is occurring because I am the one to be the first to learn that he is going to divorce Beatrice, but I behave as if I am still startled.
When the door opened and Stanley smiled in, I turned off the TV, hoping that the news would not come back on. I've been out of the hospital for a month now. I'm also in good health and no longer have problems because Stanley hasn't abandoned me. He even stays up at night to keep an eye on Cassandra because I am up all day taking care of my daughter.
When he approached me, he was holding brochures. Cassandra's eyes were closed again, so he moved silently. As he nears, I just smiled at him.
“The gown and suit choices brochure are now available. Should I just leave them here?” He was just speaking in hushed tones. Cassandra awakens as quickly as she can, with only a few movements or phrases. She will start weeping when she hears them.
The day has arrived to choose the items to use for the wedding, but my heart still feels nothing for Stanley but appreciation for his help with me, and it feels like it is my job to give it all back to him.
“When Cassandra is sound asleep, later I will go downstairs, so we can choose clothes together,” I said back, and we both chuckled. He simply nodded and shut the door.
He's coming in straight since he can't knock any more because of Cassandra. That's OK with me; it doesn't infringe on my privacy.
When Cassandra fell asleep, I was ready to go down. It's still noon, so maybe it's okay even if I smell milk. I was about to walk out when suddenly my phone rang. I ran over there because my baby might wake up. Likewise, I was relieved when I looked at the crib, and she didn't even move in her place.
Unknown number.
Who will contact me? I don't recall being issued a number. I went to the bathroom to answer the phone because I didn't want it to sound much worse if I didn't.
I didn't say anything, and I let the other person introduce himself. I assumed it was the Attorney because he had my number, but when I heard the deep and sensual voice, I knew instantly who it was.
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