Camden didn’t expect me to suddenly ask that. He shifted uncomfortably, avokling my gaze,
“If you don’t want to sign…”
He smoothly pulled back the divorce papers like he always did, but this time I grabbed them.
My head was spinning–cancer diagnosis, then seeing that video from three years ago.
Right now I just wanted to shut everything out.
But I also knew I was running out of time.
So I gripped those papers tight, staring him down, pushing for an answer.
“Camden, would it make you happy?”
My pressing made him uncomfortable. He frowned and yanked the papers out of my hands, rough and irritated.
The sharp edge sliced across my palm, blood slowly seeping out.
But the pain in my hand was nothing compared to his annoyed expression.
When he saw the blood, his face instantly went cold:
“Go bandage that up.”
I shook my head, still waiting for his answer.
He looked away, clutching the papers, ready to leave again.
“Whatever.”
“Let me know when you’re ready to sign.”
He started walking toward the door.
Watching his retreating figure, I sighed softly and finally made my choice:
“I’ll sign it now.”
My words stopped him in his tracks. He turned around.
“You really want to sign?”
Under his puzzled stare, I smiled with relief, saying each word clearly:
“I really will sign it.”
He stood there, the atmosphere suddenly heavy, until his phone rang.
Ivy’s ringtone.
I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but Camden’s expression grew more and more serious.
“Okay, stay right where you are. I’ll come handle it.”
Camden hung up, grabbed his jacket, and headed for the door.
I suddenly wanted to call out to him:
“Camden, it’s just the time it takes to sign a name.”
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But he walked out like he hadn’t heard me at all.
He wouldn’t even spare me the few seconds it takes to sign a name
Standing there alone, I laughed bitterly at myself. How was I still being greedy, actually daring to hope that Camden–why’d lou hit muwony stay for me?
I thought it would be another long stretch before seeing Camden again, but surprisingly he came home the next day.
“Did you sign the divorce papers?”
That was the first thing he said to me. The second was:
“We’re going to the courthouse today.”
When I didn’t respond, Camden started frowning again:
“Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”
Over the past three years, even when I was furious and said I wanted a divorce, I’d always change my mind quickly.
I didn’t answer him. I just handed him the divorce papers, letting my actions speak:
“I won’t back out.”
“I’ll go to the courthouse with you.”
He took the papers and flipped straight to the back, checking my signature, then casually tossed the agreement aside.
“You should eat something first.”
He settled onto the couch, acting like he was waiting for me.
Looking at the breakfast on the table, I shook my head and said softly:
“No need. Let’s just go now.”
I couldn’t give myself any more chances to change my mind.
