As I stood before the divorce papers, my hands trembled. I had made up my mind, but my heart felt heavy with the weight of what was to come.
I took a deep breath and forced myself to open the document. The pen was already there, waiting for my signature.
But as my eyes scanned the paper, I noticed that Sylus had yet to sign. It felt as though he was waiting for my decision, but I quickly brushed that thought away.
"He must be busy planning his wedding," I muttered to myself, trying to push down any lingering feelings.
With a final, steadying breath, I signed my name. Just as I finished, there was a knock at the door. Sylus stood there, holding a set of keys in his hand.
"This is the key to your villa," he said in that same indifferent tone I had grown used to. "As for money, I have transferred it to your account. Let me know if it is not enough."
I glanced at him, forcing a faint smile. "Okay. I have signed the divorce papers. Please find some time to sign them too." Without waiting for a response, I grabbed my suitcase and walked past him.
Once I was outside, I took out my phone to check the address of the villa. But my heart skipped a beat when I saw the balance in my account, ten million dollars.
He had kept his promise, ensuring that I could live comfortably for the rest of my life.
But the thought only deepened the ache in my chest. They had prepared everything so neatly, so meticulously, to build a future that had no place for me.
As I made my way downstairs, Charlotte was waiting for me, her face twisted in a sullen expression. Even on the day I was leaving, she could not resist stirring up trouble.
"Lily," she cried, her voice loud and trembling. "Please, give me back my ring. It is the engagement ring Sylus bought for me five years ago. It was custom-made. You can’t just take it for revenge."
I stared at her, taking in her frail figure. Her face might have resembled mine, but that was where the similarities ended. She was smaller, weaker, like a fragile doll that would break at the slightest touch.
I could not help but smirk. "Move aside, Charlotte," I said coldly. "I did not take your ring."
I pushed past her, but she fell to the floor, crying as though I had shoved her with all my might. "Ow, it hurts! Are you really doing this to punish me? Taking my ring?"