h1 ss="dib mb0 fw700 fs24 lh1.5"Chapter 1: Divorce/h1

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May 2018.

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon as a Maybach sped towards Fort City’s business district amid heavy rain.

Surprisingly, the main street seemed less busy as the Maybach quickly approached tinum Restaurant.

In the passenger row, a woman in her mid-twenties couldn’t contain her smile as she read the text message from her husband. How happy she was; this was the first time her husband had asked her to meet at a restaurant to celebrate their wedding anniversary.

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Immersed with her cell phone, she didn’t notice the car had already stopped.

“Madam…”

The woman was startled to see the chauffeur opening the car door. Hurriedly, she grabbed her Birkin bag and stepped out.

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“You can head home. I’ll return with my husband,” she asked the chauffeur before striding towards the building.

Brimming with happiness, she made her way toward the VIP room. However, the joy she looked forward to quickly became a nightmare when she entered the room.

Instead of her husband, she found a middle-aged man seated in the room, d in formal attire—a ck suit typically worn by executives inrgepanies.

“Did I enter the wrong room!?” The woman’s gentle voice resounds while checking the door number.

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“Ms. Arabe Donovan, you are in the right room. Pleasee in and take a seat,” the middle-aged man said as he stood from his seat.

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He was surprised to see that the beautiful woman he had seen four years ago had now turned into a typical housewife — they had gained much weight and didn’t care about their appearance — even though her wless beauty was still there.

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“Ms. Donovan, you might enter—” The middle-aged man gestured for Be to join him in the room.

Be didn’t move from her ce; she was reluctant to enter the room because she didn’t remember ever meeting this person — afraid this man was a terrible person who wanted to scam her.

However, another question bothers her.

Since she was married, Be had barely heard anyone calling her by her full name; they usually called her by her husband’s name.

Be appeared worried. “Sir, may I know who you are?”

“Ms. Donovan, sorry I forgot to introduce myself,” He smiled warmly, “I am John Turner, Mr. Tristan Sinir’swyer,” he said while extending his hand for a handshake.

Be awkwardly epted his handshake, confused about why Tristan had sent hiswyer to meet her.

Despite her confusion, Be sat opposite John Turner and observed him ce a piece of A4 paper on the table.

When she read its contents, shock struck her—it was a marriage annulment letter. She was confused, why did this man give her this letter!?

Even after reading the letter multiple times, hoping she had misread it, John’s baritone voice confirmed her worst fears.

“Ms. Donovan, this marriage annulment letter was prepared by my client, Mr. Tristan Sinir. Please sign it if you have finished reading.”

Hearing John’s words, she felt everything in her mind was nk, as if consumed by an invisible ck hole.

‘Tristan, seeking a divorce? Why? Why did he do that?’

Be can’t understand why Tristan suddenly wants a divorce. She thought their marriage was fine.

‘No. This must be a mistake, right!?’

Refusing to believe what she read, Be raised her head, narrowing her eyes at John Turner, holding back her anger and hurt.

How dare this man rudely address her by her family name when she hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet?

She strongly wanted to vent her anger to John Turner, but she controlled her emotions, not wanting to reveal how hurt and angry she was.

After her emotions were calm and her mind clear, she ced the paper on the table.

“Where’s your client!? Why didn’t hee here and send you instead?” Be asks calmly, but inside her heart, she feels shattered, as if someone had blown her heart.

“Mr. Sinir can’te. He is swamped with his work.” John Turner said impatiently. “Could you please sign the paper without any more dy? I have a tight schedule, Ms. Donovan.”

Be tried hard not to lose her temper as she clenched her hand into a fist.

“Mr. Turner, let me remind you,” she said. “I’ve not yet signed the paper; it means I’m still part of Sinir!” Her eyes were filled with an icy look.

John Turner’s face turns stiff upon hearing her warning. Just before he wanted to say something, Be spoke again with a firm andmanding tone.

“I will not sign anything before your busy client talks to me. You better call him now, or you will return home without anything!”

“Ma’am, I apologize for my rudeness,” John Turner said politely, though internally cursing Be. “Mr. Sinir can’t talk to you now. He sent me here to bring this letter to represent him.”

Be silentlyughed, hearing his words.

“So, you’re his mail courier now, Mr. Turner?”

John Turner, “…”

“Mam, I’m—”

“I don’t want to hear your reason,” Be didn’t give John a chance to say anything. “Mr. Turner, I just need to talk to him personally. You better call him now, or you get nothing from me. I won’t sign anything.” She said coldly.

Deeply hurt by receiving divorce papers on their fourth wedding anniversary, Be only wanted to ask Tristan’s reason. Why did he divorce her? Yet, thiswyer didn’t even try to reach him.

Be didn’t want to wait any longer. She dialed Tristan’s number, but her face slowly turned dark. No words could describe her anger upon knowing Tristan had blocked her phone number.

‘Tristan Sinir!! You are so mean! How dare you do this to me?’

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Suppressing her anger, Be clenched her fist tightly, stowed her phone, and stood, ready to leave. She couldn’t stay in that room any longer.

“Mam, please sign the paper before you go,” John Turner stood and followed her, blocking her path. “You can’t leave until you sign the paper, mam.” His eyes sharply looked at her.

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John Tuner’s face, which had previously been friendly, turned fierce. He no longer looked like a ssywyer but like a thug in a suit.

“Mr. Turner, move! Don’t block my way…” Be was so pissed off looking at John Turner blocking her way.

“You will not go anywhere before signing the paper, Mam. Please, just sign the damn paper!” John’s voice sounded threatening, but Be didn’t flinch at his rising voice.

Be chuckled, “Mr. Turner, are you really awyer?”

John Turner frowned, hearing her question, “Of course I am. Do you want to see my ID?”

“No need. I’m only confused because you look more like a lowly bandit than awyer!?” She smiles.

John’s facial expression dropped, looking like he’d just witnessed someone spit on his food hearing her words. He opened his mouth and wanted to counter her words, but again, this woman stopped him.

“Well, Mr. Turner, I clearly stated my reason. I won’t sign anything until I speak with your client!”

“Mam, why insist on meeting my client when he doesn’t want to see you again?” John Turner asked politely, but Be felt like this man had just pped her using his words.

Be clenched tightly as she fought the urge to return his p, but at thest moment, she restrained herself.

She took a deep sigh before calmly saying, “Sir, if you keep blocking me, I’ll count to three… I’ll scream and im you’re harassing me!”

John Turner didn’t buy this woman’s threat. He knows she was only bluffing.

Seeing that, John Turner didn’t move but smiled at her, making Be’s annoyance re.

“Fine if you don’t want to move. But, Mr. Turner, you can’t me meter if you end up in the police office,” The corners of her lips lifted, revealing an evil and charming cold smile before she shouted, “Three… HELP…HELP… SOME—”

‘What the hell!!’ John Turner cursed inwardly. ‘Is she foolish? Why jump straight to three? Can’t she count?’

“Ma’am, please stop. Please don’t scream… Ok, ok… I will call Mr. Sinir now,” John Turner had no choice but to call his boss.

Be felt amused seeing John Turner’s shocked expression.

“Mr. Turner, you should have done that earlier. Why make me waste my energy screaming and hurting my throat?” Be said while rubbing her smooth neck. “I might sue you if my vocal cords are damaged.”

John was speechless.

Be ignored him and walked back into the room. She sat on her chair while ncing at John, trying to make a call.

A bitter smile formed on her lips when she faintly heard John Turner speak on the phone.

She still couldn’t believe Tristan had blocked her phone number.

Feeling annoyed, she empties a ss of water to suppress her anger while waiting for John Turner to finish talking to Tristan.

Later,

Be saw John approaching her. For some unknown reason, her heartbeat races faster than usual. She feels nervous to speak to Tristan.

“Ma’am,” John Turner said, offering his cell phone to Be. “You can talk to Mr. Sinir…”

Be’s hands shook slightly when she took the cell phone. After taking a deep breath, she ced the phone on her ear.

Before Be could say anything, she heard Tristan’s cold tone on the other end, “You said you wanted to talk to me. Why are you silent now?”

Tristan’s manner made Be reconsider, begging him to halt the divorce. She clenched the cell phone tightly, holding back her anger.

“Why did you send yourwyer to give me this divorce paper?”

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“Let’s get straight to the point. Do you need more money as alimony?” Tristan asked casually, but his words felt like nails piercing Be’s heart.

Be fought the urge to curse him.

“Did you think I married you for your money?” She asked coldly.