Chapter 4 

One day left in the divorce cooling–off period. 

At some point, Lena and I must’ve silently agreed–we rarely showed up at the same project meetings anymore. 

Sometimes, if Ethan wasn’t around, she’d come downstairs, sit in on the meeting without saying a word. 

Just… watch me, every now and then. 

I didn’t really understand what she was thinking. 

Didn’t care to understand, either. 

I’d started moving my stuff out little by little, trying not to draw attention. 

But she still noticed. 

That day, after the meeting, Lena invited me to her office. 

As soon as I sat down, she asked, 

“You’ve been moving a lot of stuff out lately. 

“And you haven’t come home once.” 

I nodded, already prepared with an excuse. 

“Yeah. I’ve been staying at the old place for a bit.” 

She hesitated for a second. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot about the wedding… We could still have one.” 

“Make it official.” 

I cut her off. 

“Not really worth it. There’s no time left.” 

She blinked, confused. 

“What do you mean, no time left?” 

I paused, debating whether or not to show her the signed divorce papers. 

But just then, Ethan called. Perfect timing. 

I glanced at the caller ID and smiled. 

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Pregnant for Three Months: My Hushand and Sons I nekod Mo in a Coffin 

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“Go ahead and take it. Whatever we’ve got to talk about can wait.” 

Lena reached for the doorknob, but turned back like she remembered something. 

“I’ll come see you at the old house tomorrow. I promise.” 

The next day, she didn’t show. 

I sat on the couch, scrolling on my phone. 

Twelve hours left. 

A local news alert popped up. 

It was Ethan’s new project launch. Lena stood behind him in the photo. 

I remembered what she said yesterday and laughed at myself. 

If she knew these were the last twelve hours we had… would she still have broken her promise?.. 

Maybe. Maybe not. 

Doesn’t matter anymore. 

I spent a few hours cleaning the place up. 

The old house was practically empty. 

But we got married here once, and I was still a little sentimental. 

I called my business partner–he already knew, but I said goodbye anyway. 

Then I dialed my lawyer. 

“The divorce agreement was notarized a month ago.” 

“I don’t need to do anything else now, right?” 

She answered plainly. 

“Nope. You’re all set.” 

Then after a pause, she added, 

“Congratulations, Mr. Ryan.” 

I gave a quiet laugh and hung up. 

And then I waited. 

Three hours left–I had my bags packed and my flight booked. 

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Pregnant for Three Months: My Husband and Sons Locked Me in a Coffin 

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Two hours left–1 deleted every picture of us. Only kept the ones of me. 

One hour left–1 placed the divorce agreement neatly on the table. 

I thought about writing something. But decided against it. 

At the stroke of zero, I grabbed my suitcase and put my hand on the doorknob. 

It was over. 

My marriage. 

I didn’t expect the door to open from the other side. 

Lena stood there, out of breath, forehead damp with sweat like she’d been running. 

There was guilt behind her nervous smile. 

“Sorry, Ryan. I just got back from dropping someone off…” 

“The car broke down on the way–I rushed as fast as I could-” 

She trailed off when she saw the suitcase. 

And the plane ticket in my hand. 

“Where are you going?” 

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