Three Months Pregnant, I Hear My Drunk Husband Call Me a Priced - Tagged Commodity
Chapter 6
Today is a special day, the day of my divorce from Lucas Bennett.
I stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, overlooking the central axis of River City.
The glass curtain wall reflects my image, with fiery makeup and carefully styled curled hair.
Surprisingly, Lucas hasn't called me once today.
I thought he would be more eager than me, after all, these three years of marriage were nothing but an unwilling contract for him.
Never mind, the divorce agreement is already in my hands, I've signed it, now I'm just waiting for him to sign.
I pick up the documents on the table and walk out of the hotel in 4-inch stilettos.
Walking into the office building of Bennett Group, my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors shows a white silk shirt and a black pencil skirt.
The rhythm of my heels hitting the ground is quick and powerful, announcing my good mood today.
Along the way, employees greet me.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bennett."
"Mrs. Bennett, you look beautiful today."
I smile and respond to everyone, even joking with them a bit.
In the past, I always walked by with my head down, afraid of disturbing others.
Standing in front of Lucas's office door, I take a deep breath and knock.
"Come in," his deep voice comes from inside.
I push the door open. He's looking down at some documents, his brow slightly furrowed.
Hearing footsteps, he looks up, his frown deepening when he sees it's me.
His voice carries obvious impatience: "What are you doing at the company?"
I don't speak, just walk to his desk and place the divorce agreement in front of him.
My finger lightly taps the place for his signature. He looks down at the document, then back up at me.
For a moment, I actually see a hint of bewilderment in his expression.
I tuck my hair behind my ear, smiling as I say, "Mr. Bennett, we're done."