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    She’d tried calling Huey twice during the ride home, but his phone was off, so she had no choice but to wait.


    She waited until dawn.


    It wasn’t until the receptionist from the educational center rang about a visitor that Bailee realized it was already 9 a.m.


    Her eyes were sore and swollen fromck of sleep, but she managed to freshen up and head to work, her mind still tangled with worries about Huey’s absence.


    Upon her arrival, the receptionist quickly approached her and directed her to the waiting area. “Ms. Brooks, ady has been waiting for you for a while. She specifically asked to see you.”


    “Thank you. I’ll handle it from here,” Bailee replied, aware that as the manager of the educational center, she was often the first point of contact.


    As she approached the waiting woman, Bailee greeted her warmly. “Hello, I manage the educational center. You can call me Ms. Brooks. How can I assist you today regarding your child’s education?”


    Jillian nodded in acknowledgment. “Actually, it’s not about tutoring. I’m here to talk about something personal with you.”


    Taken aback, Bailee sat down across from Jillian. “Really? Do I know you?”


    “Not directly, but I know your husband, Huey,” Jillian exined, offering her hand. “I’m Jillian Rayne, Huey’s childhood betrothed.”


    As Bailee processed this revtion, her mind spun with confusion, the unexpected encounter triggering a storm of emotions inside her. The noise from the bustling street outside couldn’t mask the turmoil she felt within.


    She observed how different she and Jillian were, both in demeanor and appearance. Huey had often expressed a desire to take her to lively events, yet she had hesitated, her cautious nature always holding her back. Huey had evenined about her timidity before. Was it possible Huey was drawn to Jillian’s bold and adventurous spirit?


    “Last night, Huey and I met, and it seems we both still understand each other quite well. We believe we’re a match. But he’s reluctant to discuss this with you, given that you two are married.” Jillian paused, allowing Bailee a moment to gather her thoughts before taking a sip of her coffee.


    “Yes, we’re married. You don’t mind that?” Bailee responded, regaining herposure.


    “Not in the slightest.” Jillian set her cup down with a soft clink against the saucer. “As long as Miss Brooks doesn’t make a fuss about it. We’re all mature here; it’s time to be decisive about this.”


    Then, Jillian pulled a divorce agreement from her bag. “Please sign this. Your marriage is rtively new; I doubt there are any significant assets to argue over.”


    Bailee clenched her thigh under the table, a silent reminder to remainposed. “I married Huey. If we’re to divorce, he should be the one to tell me.”


    “He did make those vows, but he married you quickly as a rebellious act against his mother. It’s difficult for him to initiate this divorce talk. I hope you can understand where he’sing from.” Jillian then produced a card. “There’s two hundred thousand dors here as a settlement from him. I was going to keep it hidden, but you’re more stubborn than I anticipated. You can take this and think it over, Miss Brooks.”


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