Summoning the last bit of strength, I walked to sit across from her. My voice was hoarse as I spoke.
“Where are the divorce papers?”
Sophia frowned, her tone growing colder.
“Where have you been loitering around? You look half-dead.”
I ignored her question and asked again for the divorce papers. I could feel my body failing and I didn’t want to collapse in front of her.
I didn’t want her to see me at my weakest.
“Hmph. Fine. Pretend all you want. Do you think acting pathetic will make me take you back?” she snapped. With a scornful grunt, she slapped the papers onto the table.
“Sign it!”
I didn’t even glance at the divorce papers. Instead, I looked directly at Sophia.
“This is my final gift to you,” I said.
I picked up the pen and carefully signed my name.
The moment I put the pen down, it felt like all my energy had drained away. I slumped weakly onto the table.
Sophia froze for a moment, then sneered, “Stop pretending. Do you think playing the victim will make me change my mind?”
“If you hadn’t forced my parents with your family’s influence, I would’ve married Ethan years ago and had a happy life,” she said. “You’ve been good to me all these years, sure. But that’s what you owed me.”