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The computer screen slammed shut. “Sandra,” Jerome's voice was soft but carried an unmistakable coldness, “I gave you a chance.” With that, he pulled out the divorce papers and pushed them toward her. Sandra froze for a moment, then began to cry and shake her head. “Jerome, I know I was wrong. I didn't want it to be this way. I just loved you so much that I did those things.” “Please forgive me for the sake of the children, okay?” Jerome leaned down and gently wiped the tears from her face with his fingers. “I can forgive you.” Sandra’s eyes lit up. She knew Jerome loved her so much he wouldn’t abandon her easily. Before the smile could fully form on her lips, she heard his icy voice. “Then kneel down and kowtow to apologize.” Almost instantly, Sandra realized what he meant. He was venting his anger on Queena's behalf. Sandra bit her lip tightly. She had been spoiled since childhood, living a life where everyone fawned over her. She had never experienced such humiliation before.