"No, this can’t be real; he... he loves me.” My voice trembled.
"Jess, that is like days ago; these rich men move on so quickly.”
“But—”
“Jess, you’re not making excuses for anyone, okay. These billionaires did what they did; it’s time you sign those divorce papers and move on.” She said.
“I need to be alone, please!” I stood up and started pacing.
“So you harm yourself again,” she stood up, “to be alone, so you cry yourself to sleep?”
“It’s better, Loren.”
“It’s not better, Jess. You're not thinking straight. The Jess I know would never give up just like that.”
"Loren, it’s easy for you to say because it’s not happening to you.”
“But it’s happening to my best friend, making me understand your pain.” She held my hands.
“I don’t know what to do; I can’t just sign the divorce pap
