Once a Protégé Mother, Now a Single Woman_My husband had drafted the divorce papers the very day his first love Tessa returned. I knew he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "I agree to the divorce," I signed my name swiftly. But when it was Maverick's turn, his hand paused. He looked at me deeply, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of sadness, heartbreak, or regret on my face. But there was nothing. He signed his name with an angry flourish. "I'll leave the house ASAP." I left his office. In the now quiet, empty room, I heard Maverick speaking to his lawyer. "Mr. Pruitt, should we release a statement about your divorce?" "No need. She'll come running back in tears, begging me to take her back. We'll get remarried." He picked up his coffee and took a sip. You are wrong, Maverick. I will never return.

Once a Protégé Mother, Now a Single Woman

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Ashley Mathews

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My husband had drafted the divorce papers the very day his first love Tessa returned. I knew he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "I agree to the divorce," I signed my name swiftly. But when it was Maverick's turn, his hand paused. He looked at me deeply, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of sadness, heartbreak, or regret on my face. But there was nothing. He signed his name with an angry flourish. "I'll leave the house ASAP." I left his office. In the now quiet, empty room, I heard Maverick speaking to his lawyer. "Mr. Pruitt, should we release a statement about your divorce?" "No need. She'll come running back in tears, begging me to take her back. We'll get remarried." He picked up his coffee and took a sip. You are wrong, Maverick. I will never return.

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Chapter 1

After the car accident, I pretended to have amnesia just to tease my husband and son, Maverick and Lewis Pruitt.

"Who are you?"

A flicker of mischief flashed in Lewis's eyes as he tugged the hand of the woman waiting outside the hospital room, pulling her in.

He said to me, "Ms. Newell, Mommy and Daddy are just here to visit you."

Maverick, standing off to the side, remained silent, tacitly approving Lewis's choice of words.

"Ms. Newell, Mommy and Daddy are just here to visit you." That sweet, childish voice echoed through the room.

With a bandage wrapped around my forehead, I lowered my gaze to my five-year-old son, Lewis, who was holding hands with both adults, a sly smile playing on his lips.

Maverick, dressed in a sharp suit, made no move to correct Lewis's words; instead, he watched me with an inquisitive look.

The woman Lewis had brought in wore a flowing white dress, her demeanor elegant and gentle. My gaze made her self-conscious, and she tucked a strand of h

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