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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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“I’m sorry, but I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”

Brian reached for her arm again as he looked at her cold expression.

“Rosalynn, I understand your grief over Barlow’s death, and I know why you were at that abandoned

building last night. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions about your relationship with Barlow. It’s not that I

doubted you. It’s just—”

“Enough. You don’t need to explain. Whatever you think doesn’t concern me.”

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Rosalynn cut Brian off and shook off his hand once more.

She raised her chin and looked at his handsome face.

“Since we have already divorced, we no longer share any personal ties.

Please keep our conversations strictly related to work. I don’t have the time or inclination to engage

with my ex-husband on a personal level.”

With that declaration, she passed the entrance to Haleigh’s apartment and headed for the elevator.

Watching her slim figure disappear into the elevator, Brian’s brow furrowed even deeper.

What did she just say?

They were divorced?

When did that happen?

A troubling thought darted through Brian’s mind, causing a flicker of unease to cross his face.

Could she have seen the fake divorce certificate?

Brian pulled out his phone, eager to check his call history, but to his dismay, he couldn’t find any

records of calls or messages between him and Rosalynn.

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He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to call Deanna.

A few days back, at Brad’s place, his phone had been in Deanna’s possession for a while.

Could Deanna have sent that fake divorce certificate to Rosalynn?

The phone rang several times before Deanna finally answered.

Her sleepy voice came through the phone.

“Brian?”

“Did I wake you up, Deanna?”

Brian knew it was likely nighttime where she was, and Deanna was probably sound asleep.