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The description above and the chapter following changed the main character names. Hoping someone may recognize this story. Thanks!
"Chapter 1 Kayden Smith, my perfect husband of ten years, gifted me jewelry worth millions.
But then he said, ""Genevieve, let’s get a divorce. I want to give her the recognition she deserves.""
The very next morning, we headed to the City Hall.
That night, Kayden didn’t come home.
He booked my favorite restaurant to celebrate his newfound freedom with his young lover.
Meanwhile, my phone kept buzzing.
""Let’s meet, Genevieve. Right now.""
""Genevieve, I’ve never forgotten you.""
""Hey, I’m waiting for you at our usual spot.""
...
The weather was windy as Kayden and I walked into the City Hall.
Seeing my hair tousled, he gently smoothed it for me.
Noticing this, the clerk kindly handed us a marriage queue number.
""Sorry, we’re here for a divorce,"" I clarified.
Hearing my words, the clerks exchanged puzzled glances.
At the divorce counter, the clerk asked Kayden the reason for the split.
He remained silent, so I spoke up for him:
""We’re incompatible. The relationship has broken down.""
Anyone could tell this was just a polite excuse.
The real reason was that Kayden had found a young woman who made him reckless.
She was an intern at his company.
He drove her to work, stayed by her bedside when she was sick, and even presented her with ninety-nine champagne roses at a public campus event.
He had become her knight in shining armor.
As for me, my reason was simpler.
I don’t do secondhand goods.
Looking at our faded marriage certificates, the clerk earnestly advised us not to act impulsively.
""I’m busy. Please hurry,"" Kayden’s cold tone sped up the process.
An hour later, we received a divorce cooling-off receipt.
He pursed his thin lips.
""Genevieve… where are you headed? I’ll drive you.""
Without giving me a chance to refuse, he strode to the parking lot and pulled up in front of me.
I reached for the passenger door but suddenly remembered we were no longer married.
Under Kayden’s complex gaze, I calmly climbed into the back seat.
The black sedan merged smoothly into traffic. Even from the back, I could tell Kayden was in a good mood.
I asked him to turn up the air conditioning.
The cold was making my nose run, and I kept sniffling.
Silently, he handed me a half-empty pack of tissues.
We’d known each other since childhood, been married for ten years. He knew I didn’t have a sinus problem.
""Genevieve, I’ll explain the divorce to your parents,"" Kayden offered, as he always did, taking responsibility for my affairs.
But he wasn’t always like this.
As a child, Kayden was skinny and shy, like a bean sprout.
In kindergarten, he’d often come home with his clothes and shoes covered in mud, bullied by the other kids.
It was me, the seemingly demure but secretly fierce little troublemaker,
who, out of gratitude for his mother always giving me candy, climbed onto the school’s PA system and announced to the entire kindergarten:
""Kayden Smith is Genevieve Munoz’s sidekick.""
That’s how Kayden transformed from a timid kid into the heartthrob of our high school.
Back then, I thought of Kayden as my ride-or-die best friend. But he used tutoring me in math as an excuse to stick by my side every day, insisting we attend the same university.
And we did.
Kayden became my relationship curse.
With him around, no matter how stunning or popular I was, not a single guy dared to approach me for four whole years.
On graduation day, Kayden took me to the university’s planetarium.
He turned off all the lights and lit up a breathtaking universe I’d never seen before.
He held my hand, his palm sweaty.
""Genevieve, will you marry me? I promise I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.""
Back then, I said yes without hesitation.
But now, faced with Kayden’s feigned concern, I didn’t hesitate to refuse:
""Mr. Smith, I’ll handle my own affairs. You don’t need to worry about them."""
The description above and the chapter following changed the main character names. Hoping someone may recognize this story. Thanks!
"Chapter 1 Kayden Smith, my perfect husband of ten years, gifted me jewelry worth millions.
But then he said, ""Genevieve, let’s get a divorce. I want to give her the recognition she deserves.""
The very next morning, we headed to the City Hall.
That night, Kayden didn’t come home.
He booked my favorite restaurant to celebrate his newfound freedom with his young lover.
Meanwhile, my phone kept buzzing.
""Let’s meet, Genevieve. Right now.""
""Genevieve, I’ve never forgotten you.""
""Hey, I’m waiting for you at our usual spot.""
...
The weather was windy as Kayden and I walked into the City Hall.
Seeing my hair tousled, he gently smoothed it for me.
Noticing this, the clerk kindly handed us a marriage queue number.
""Sorry, we’re here for a divorce,"" I clarified.
Hearing my words, the clerks exchanged puzzled glances.
At the divorce counter, the clerk asked Kayden the reason for the split.
He remained silent, so I spoke up for him:
""We’re incompatible. The relationship has broken down.""
Anyone could tell this was just a polite excuse.
The real reason was that Kayden had found a young woman who made him reckless.
She was an intern at his company.
He drove her to work, stayed by her bedside when she was sick, and even presented her with ninety-nine champagne roses at a public campus event.
He had become her knight in shining armor.
As for me, my reason was simpler.
I don’t do secondhand goods.
Looking at our faded marriage certificates, the clerk earnestly advised us not to act impulsively.
""I’m busy. Please hurry,"" Kayden’s cold tone sped up the process.
An hour later, we received a divorce cooling-off receipt.
He pursed his thin lips.
""Genevieve… where are you headed? I’ll drive you.""
Without giving me a chance to refuse, he strode to the parking lot and pulled up in front of me.
I reached for the passenger door but suddenly remembered we were no longer married.
Under Kayden’s complex gaze, I calmly climbed into the back seat.
The black sedan merged smoothly into traffic. Even from the back, I could tell Kayden was in a good mood.
I asked him to turn up the air conditioning.
The cold was making my nose run, and I kept sniffling.
Silently, he handed me a half-empty pack of tissues.
We’d known each other since childhood, been married for ten years. He knew I didn’t have a sinus problem.
""Genevieve, I’ll explain the divorce to your parents,"" Kayden offered, as he always did, taking responsibility for my affairs.
But he wasn’t always like this.
As a child, Kayden was skinny and shy, like a bean sprout.
In kindergarten, he’d often come home with his clothes and shoes covered in mud, bullied by the other kids.
It was me, the seemingly demure but secretly fierce little troublemaker,
who, out of gratitude for his mother always giving me candy, climbed onto the school’s PA system and announced to the entire kindergarten:
""Kayden Smith is Genevieve Munoz’s sidekick.""
That’s how Kayden transformed from a timid kid into the heartthrob of our high school.
Back then, I thought of Kayden as my ride-or-die best friend. But he used tutoring me in math as an excuse to stick by my side every day, insisting we attend the same university.
And we did.
Kayden became my relationship curse.
With him around, no matter how stunning or popular I was, not a single guy dared to approach me for four whole years.
On graduation day, Kayden took me to the university’s planetarium.
He turned off all the lights and lit up a breathtaking universe I’d never seen before.
He held my hand, his palm sweaty.
""Genevieve, will you marry me? I promise I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.""
Back then, I said yes without hesitation.
But now, faced with Kayden’s feigned concern, I didn’t hesitate to refuse:
""Mr. Smith, I’ll handle my own affairs. You don’t need to worry about them."""