Moore will treat his ex-wife well." I forced a smile. "Don't you want to read the agreement first?" But it had to come to an end now, and I had to kick Mr. I'll sign it." I put my phone away and looked back at my soon-to-be ex-husband. The pain was swift and startling, and the only reason I was thankful for it was that it blinded me from Charles's charm for a second. Although I was expecting it, I still felt like somebody drove a knife through my chest. I took out my phone and pulled up my email, and the subject line of the latest email in my inbox jumped right at me-divorce agreement. "Okay, let me check." I swallowed and schooled my features into neutrality. His muscular chest poked through his shirt. "My lawyer just sent you an email." As Charles spoke, he loosened his tie. "Yes," I answered, keeping my voice as nonchalant as his. "You're back." He spoke in his usual monotone, which would have made me bristle had I not known it so completely. My first thought was to lower my head and avoid looking directly at him, but I forced my chin up. Then, he stared at me with his cold, sharp eyes. I averted my gaze as I felt my cheeks burn. Time had made him into a more mature-looking, head-turning man. He had the kind of charm that just made people surrender. He was like a god who did not belong in the mortal world. I could not believe I forgot how handsome he was. He still exuded that icy aura that I could feel from a few feet away.Īs he walked closer, my heart beat faster, and my breath started coming in short bursts. His expression showed exhaustion, but it did nothing to overshadow his angular face and prominent cheekbones. He was clad in a charcoal black suit and immaculate white shirt. Charles turned on the lights, and they cast a tall shadow of him down the hall. The doorknob turned, and the door swung open. I reminded myself, 'I'm here to end this.' But at the last moment, I gnashed my teeth together and clasped my trembling hands. Did I still expect anything of my stone-hearted husband? Maybe. I shot up from my seat, feeling my heart break into a gallop. I guessed that maybe he would not be home tonight.īut I just sat there for a long time and immersed myself in my thoughts. It offended and saddened me at the same time. Our wedding photo was still hanging on the wall. The house looked and smelled like no one had lived in it for years. I set my luggage aside and headed to the living room. On my way home in a cab, I sent Charles a message that read, "We need to talk."īefore long, I was standing inside our empty house. I decided it was time for me to stop hoping for things that would never happen. Now, I was finally finished with my studies and I came back home. While I was away, he was spending all his time with the woman he truly loved. Charles and I had not seen each other for three years. I was accepted to one of their programs, so I left to study there. But shortly after our wedding, I received some good news from my dream university abroad. I shook my head and smiled bitterly at the thought, stood up, and dragged myself and my luggage out of the airport. But he must be with his girlfriend right now. He was supposed to pick me up from the airport. My husband, Charles Moore, was nowhere to be found. It had been one and a half hours since I flew in, and I had lost count of the times I had glanced at my watch.
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