A servant promptly brought out a divorce agreement, clearly indicating that the Robertsons had planned this all along.
Without hesitation, I took the pen and prepared to sign the divorce papers.
However, Sofia snatched the agreement back. “Ethan, I’ll give you one more chance. If you apologize to us, I’ll plead for you to stay.”
I couldn’t comprehend the struggle in Sofia’s expression. If she truly cared about me and our daughter, how could she have allowed us to endure years of mistreatment from this family?
Or was this just another ploy, a way to give me false hope so she could humiliate me once more?
I pushed these thoughts aside and took the divorce papers from her hand, signing my name decisively.
Sofia, fuming, swung her hand to slap me, but I stepped back just in time. “Ethan, after everything, you’re still so heartless! Anyone else would have softened by now, but not you! Get out of this house, and don’t you dare take a single thing with you!”
I couldn’t understand Sofia’s words. She spoke as if she had given me so much, but aside from giving birth to my daughter, all she had brought me was pain.