He seemed to know a lot about my illness. Jerome might have told him about it.
"I want to divorce him." I would get overwhelmed every time I spoke of this matter. "But he doesn't want a divorce. I'm stuck in between right now."
As soon as said that, Xander widened his eyes. "Are you crazy? Why do you want a divorce?"
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Xander slammed on the car brakes and turned to look at me. "He’s rich and good-looking. If you divorce him, where are you supposed to find another outstanding man like him?"
I snickered. "Why don't you go and live a few days with him? Then you'll know why I want a divorce."
After a pause, I continued, "Don't worry about my marriage. What about you? Why haven't you found a partner after so long?"
Xander’s gaze evaded a little. "You don't get a partner just because you want to.”
"Really? None?"
Did he think I was a fool?
Xander cleared his throat. "None indeed.”
"How long have you been together?"
Women were born gossipers. At this moment, the desire to gossip within me sparked.
Xander pulled at his hair in irritation. "Stop asking. I'll tell you when the time comes.”
I shrugged. "Alright then."
When we arrived at the residential area, Xander and I got out of the car and entered a unit.
When we walked into the elevator, Xander said, "This residential area has amazing landscape and complete amenities. It's really convenient to stay here and take care of the child."
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