Renata wasn't angry either.

They were divorced adults. Why did having flings with each other chrome with responsibility?

Renata looked into the mirror and brushed her tousled long hair lightly.

She smiled faintly, "It's not like we don't love each other, Charles. Besides, I'm getting older. I can't stand the test of time and have my feelings toyed with anymore!

"You're in your prime and still want to sleep with more women for a few more years. While I understand that, I won't wait for you to change your ways.

"One disastrous marriage is enough for a lifetime, Charles. I don't want to go through it again."

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Charles furrowed his brows lightly, "No matter how many women I sleep with, you remain the most important one. Your position won't change."

Renata's voice was lazy and slightly husky, "You merely have a penis. Do you really think that makes you someone special? There are better pickings out there. I don't necessarily need your manhood."

Her demeanor grew colder as she c