“Don’t flatter yourself, Saylor. You think parading your so-called love will change how I feel? The only woman I’ve ever loved is Thalia—always has been, always will be!”
While he was busy convincing himself of his own narrative, I had already turned away. I walked to the printer, pulled up the divorce agreement, and calmly pressed the print button.
When the pages slid out, I stapled them neatly and returned to stand in front of my CEO husband.
“Sign it,” I said evenly. “The divorce agreement.”
He frowned. “Saylor… you’re serious?”
He couldn’t believe I had actually gone and prepared one.
“I am,” I said, meeting his eyes with no trace of warmth. “I don’t want a single thing from your family—as long as you divorce me.”
He gave a short and incredulous laugh, the corner of his mouth twisting into a smirk.
“Fine. Just don’t come crawling back later. You think I’ve been dying to stay married to you? Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time!”
He snatched up a pen and scrawled his name across the bottom of the last page.
“There. Now get out! And don’t ever come back!”
I took the divorce papers, folded them without showing any trace of hesitation, and slipped them into my bag.