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In the third year of our marriage, Desmond Barton admitted he still couldn't forget his kept mistress, Cindy Warton. Because of her, he had asked me for a divorce twice before. The first time, his phone screen lit up with Cindy's selfie. I lost control. I rushed forward and smashed everything in the house that I could get my hands on, wrecking half the villa. The second time was when he returned early one morning after staying out all night. His clothes reeked of cloying perfume. He said, "Cindy is timid. She's afraid of the dark, so I had to stay with her." That day also happened to be my birthday. I had wanted to make a huge scene, but then I remembered the new manicure I'd just gotten. It looked pretty nice. I decided to let it go. The third time came when Cindy got pregnant. Before Desmond could say anything, I spoke first. "Let's pick a day to finalize the divorce. Consider it my gift to the two of you." Desmond's face darkened at once.