Goodbye, My Marriage and Pain!
Yvonne Louis, who fell in love with Ian Shaw at first sight, has loved him wholeheartedly. Ian Shaw, the so-called ice-cold prince of Kings University, promised to Yvonne's mom that he would love and care for Yvonne. However, Yvonne was hurt so badly by Ian during their seven years of marriage, and she finally decided to divorce him as her heart died cold. Ian only found himself drowning in regret when she had gone. Will he be able to win her back?
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The Suitcase Was Always Half-Packed
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That Flower Hairpin Did More Than Sparkle
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The Red Fabric That Never Got Used
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