"I swear to you, Gray, none of this is true," I pleaded, clasping my husband's hands, desperately hoping he'd see the sincerity in my words. However, without even sparing me a glance, he roughly pushed my hands aside, his touch icy cold. "Enough!" he thundered, shoving a document into my grasp. I glanced down, horror-struck to see 'Divorce Agreement' emblazoned at the top. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, as I struggled to comprehend the devastating reality unfolding before me." Though our marriage had started with struggles, I had given it my all to make it work with Grayson Lockwood. But when a compromising picture of me surfaced online, revealing a secret from my past, our connection shattered. Heartbroken and desperate to clear my name, I rushed home to confront him. Yet, instead of understanding, he met my eyes with a cold disdain, unwilling to be associated with someone like me. He threw divorce papers at me, pushing me out of our home. Devastated, I vowed never to love again, determined to raise my child alone as a single mother and provider. Six years later, as a successful businesswoman, I returned to our old city, fate leading me to cross paths with Grayson Lockwood once more. On his knees, he implored, "Ex-wife, forgive me, give us a second chance." With a hint of irony, I chuckled, my fingers lightly touching my lips, "Darling, forgiveness is God's domain, after all. As you can see, I'm just a mere mortal, far removed from that divine offering," I replied, still guarded from the pain of our past.
