4

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.

"Nyla, are you sure you want me to draft a divorce agreement?" Valarie's voice crackled through the p***e, hesitant and worried. "Think about it. Once you sign this, you and Clark will have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Nyla stared at the amber liquid in her glass. The whiskey burned her throat, but nothing could burn away the images from last night. Her fingers tightened around the p***e.

"Yes," she said finally. "I'm leaving him."

"Why?" Valarie's confusion bled through the speaker. "Clark's been so g**d to you. He loves you so much..."

Nyla almost laughed. Love. What a joke. She pressed her lips together, fighting back the bitter taste rising in her throat.

After hanging up, Nyla looked out the window. The massive LED screen on the skyscraper across the street was still playing that damn press conference. Clark stood there in his perfect suit, holding up that ridiculous jewelry piece.

He named it after Nyla, declaring to the world his eternal love for her. Upon its release, "Love Nyla" instantly ignited social media discussion, remaining a h*t topic.

Outside, the LED screens continued to replay the video, but Nyla chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Last night was their third wedding anniversary. Clark had said he wanted to surprise her and asked her to wait for him at home. Nyla wore Clark's favorite white dress, lit candles, and prepared his favorite dinner, waiting eagerly until late at night.