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Roseanne paced around her room. There was no one else in the room except her, and she was bored, but the news that reached her ear not quite long got her to her feet.

"That's a lie," she uttered as she paced in the room while on a call with Clara.

"You can't be so sure. Who knows the reason why he wants to willingly divorce you," Clara continued, trying to convince Roseanne that Aryan is just like the rest boys who love you and deceive women? "You, of all people, should know better!" She said and Roseanne heaved a long sigh before sitting on the bed in...