“Second clause, after the divorce, you cannot appear publicly as Mrs. Holmes again.”
“You cannot interfere with the company’s work.”
“You cannot release any words harmful to the company.”
“Alright.”
I did not even pause to think.
“Third clause….”
“All acceptable.”
I interrupted him.
Russell suddenly lifted his head and looked at me.
He clearly had not expected me to be this straightforward.
He had first believed that I was only pretending, purposely saying I wanted a divorce.
He thought once he presented those conditions, I would not resist kneeling and begging him not to go through with the divorce.
Yet I did not.
I only stood in place, calm as though the one ending a marriage was someone else.
A small moment of doubt passed through Russell’s eyes, afraid that my quick agreement had some trick.
He did not know that the company assets he cared about so much looked like worthless leftovers in my eyes.
And when I said I would cause him to lose everything, those were never angry words.
The lawyer gave the contract to me.
I did not even glance at it and simply wrote my name.
“Your turn.”
Russell received the contract, his fingertips stopping for a moment.