Instead, after discovering I had blocked and deleted him on everything, he went into a frenzy, using every means available to track me down.
It couldn't be denied that he had feelings for me. That was why he had never brought up divorce himself.
But his scumminess and moral rot were just as real. He would always be blinded by hormones and novelty, entangling himself with other women again and again.
It was unfair to me, and frankly, unfair to the other women too.
Perhaps in his eyes, I was just a fragile little woman with no support system, someone who couldn't survive without him. That was why he had been so unscrupulous—he believed that no matter what he did, I would never truly leave.
But for the past week, I had evaporated.
Completely disappeared from his world.
Well, except for the divorce papers my father had arranged.
Thanks to Dad's connections and efficiency, Jackson and I had already entered the mandatory divorce cooling-off period. We only needed to wait one month to pick up the final certificate.
And that was when Jackson panicked.