“Ophelia, what did you want to talk about?”
I subtly avoided his hand and handed him the divorce agreement.
“Sign it.”
He froze for a second, then took the documents, asking, “Is this the fragrance project contract?”
He was just about to flip it open when his phone suddenly rang.
Even though he grabbed the phone fast, I still clearly saw the caller ID. It was Estelle.
When the call connected, all I heard on her end was her saying, “Conrad… I miss you so much…”
His expression shifted slightly. He lowered the volume and whispered a few comforting words to her.
When the call finally ended, he didn’t even bother reading the papers anymore; he just signed his name quickly.
Then he grabbed his car keys, ready to leave again.
“Ophelia, something urgent came up at work. Go to bed early. And about the fragrance project, there’s no need to rush.”
He casually tossed out a few lazy, half-hearted reassurances, then walked out without even looking back.
I clutched the signed divorce agreement tightly, watching his back as he left, and tugged at the corner of my lips.
“Conrad…” I muttered, “starting now, we’re no longer a married couple.”
Ophelia’s POV