Jordan read the document three times. The bright red seal from the clerk's office burned into his eyes, proving it wasn't a joke.He staggered backward, caught just in time by the nurse. "Sir, are you alright?"He didn't answer, his body trembling.In his memory, I was always too gentle to raise my voice. Even on the rare occasions he upset me, a few chocolate cakes were enough to make me smile again.How could I sign a divorce agreement and vanish without a word? He refused to believe it, determined to find me, demand answers, and tell me this wasn't funny."Sir, you don't look well. Should I call a doctor for you?" added the nurse.Without a word, Jordan strode out of the hospital, flagged down a cab, and rushed home.The estate was pitch black when he threw open the front door. I was terrified of the dark; whenever he was away, I would turn on every light in the house.With trembling fingers, Jordan flipped the switch. The overhead lights illuminated the anniversary cake on
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