A month passed be, Just like that, with all its stops and starts,
Farty in the morning, Camden’s call came through. Iefore I could even react, his votre came through with an accusatory tem
Why aren’t you home? Weren’t we supposed to get the divorce papers today?”
I was still a bit groggy.
I’d stayed up all night binge watching shows, and I wasn’t fully awake yet.
“Why aren’t you home? Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
I suddenly remembered that Camden probably didn’t know I’d already moved out.
“No need. Let’s just meet at the courthouse.”
I hung up and hurried to get ready.
When I got to the courthouse, Camden was already waiting for me.
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Traffic was bad–I was running behind.
“Let’s go in now. I brought all the documents.”
I ignored Camden’s cold expression and headed for the entrance first.
But suddenly my wrist was grabbed from behind.
I turned around confused, and saw his somewhat displeased expression.
“Where did you move to?”
I didn’t answer him, just changed the subject:
“Let’s go in first.”
He awkwardly let go of my hand, his whole body radiating discomfort:
“If you don’t want to get divorced…”
“I won’t change my mind this time. I mean it.”
I cut him off before he could finish.
After hearing that, his expression changed several times before he finally put awa
“Then let’s go.”
Coming out with the divorce papers, Camden walked away with a cold expression.
I stood behind him, wanting to say goodbye, but he ignored me.
I stared at the documents in my hand:
“From now on, it’s just me.”
Might as well enjoy the time I have left,
“Mia.”
all his hesitation and said calmly:
11: Donrot Is My Revenge!
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Chapter 5
Before 1 could sort out my thoughts, Camden’s voice reached me.
“This time, why did you really agree to the divorce?”
I didn’t expect him to be so fixated on this question.
Looking up, I saw him standing gracefully under the shade of a tree, tall and elegant, but I couldn’t make out his face clearly.
It was summer, and the cicadas were rather noisy.
I remembered the end of the video I’d seen at the theater, him sitting in the chair with his hands clasped tightly:
“Mia, I want you to be happy.”
That one sentence has stayed in my mind–even now, I can’t forget it.
So I answered Camden:
“Because someone wants me to be happy.”
