2 septembre 2026

Five Minutes After the Divorce, His Celebration Turned Into a Nightmare

I stopped.

Not because I cared anymore.

Because something in his tone didn’t sound like victory.

Behind me, the celebration had gone silent.

The champagne bottle hung forgotten in his brother’s hand.

Sabrina slowly removed her arm from Grant’s waist.

His mother’s face tightened.

« That’s impossible, » Grant snapped into the phone.

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