Chapter 3

I cleared out the old belongings in the house, throwing all the unimportant items into the trash.

That night, Ronnie finally came home.

In the end, the divorce papers I’d drafted weren’t needed.

Ronnie beat me to it, handing me his own divorce papers first.

“Honey, Briar feels insecure. She doesn’t want our child to be born a bastard.”

“Let’s get divorced first, then after she gives birth, we’ll remarry.”

No wonder. An hour ago, Briar had texted me, telling me to expect a surprise.

She was trying to provoke me, to make me fight with Ronnie again.

Unfortunately, I no longer loved him. Even arguing felt like a waste of energy.

I calmly scanned the terms of the agreement.

It was generous, and fair. Almost all of Ronnie’s assets were split equally with me.

Without hesitation, I signed my name.

After signing, I drank the lukewarm water on the table and prepared to go back to my room.

Ronnie hadn’t expected me to be so decisive. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He stood up, instinctively grabbing my wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

I turned, my gaze distant and cold.

“What’s wrong? Is there anything else?”

Ronnie glanced uneasily at my bedroom, pondered for a moment, then walked in.

He collected all the sharp knives and objects from my room.

He then prepared to call the nanny from his family estate.

He was afraid I would try to kill myself.

I chuckled.

“No need to go to all that trouble. I won’t kill myself.”

His phone rang. It was Briar, urging him to come home.

He nodded dismissively at me, then rushed out the door.

Early the next morning, Ronnie urged me downstairs to go to the civil affairs office for our divorce certificate.

His car was covered in stickers he used to deem childish.

It was Briar’s aesthetic.

I sensibly went to the back seat.

He paused, then instinctively asked.

“Why aren’t you sitting in front?”

I gazed out at the rapidly receding scenery, answering distractedly.

“Isn’t that Briar’s designated seat?”

Ronnie fell silent.

Several times, he tried to catch my eye in the rearview mirror, opening his mouth repeatedly without speaking.

After registering our information, the staff told us we could come back to finalize the divorce after the cooling-off period.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Ronnie stood rooted to the spot, his expression complex, emotions I couldn’t decipher swirling in his eyes.

“I’ll drive you home.”

I was about to refuse.

Briar appeared out of nowhere, jumping to kiss Ronnie’s cheek.

Ronnie hastily steadied her.

“Careful with the baby!”

The moment Briar appeared, all his attention was on her. He didn’t even notice when I left.