Forced Out of My Job by My Husband, I Divorced Him

“Lost your nerve all of sudden? Why don’t you come get the divorce certificate? Scared that seeing me will make you weak like the last two times?”

“I don’t get you, Rowena. You act like you’re so over me, but deep down, you’re still crazy about me. And now you’re pretending you want a divorce? Can you stop this childish behavior? You’re a grown woman, for crying out loud!”

“I’ll let you have your way this time. Consider it a lesson. Use this time to think about all your mistakes and when you’ve come to your senses, you can come back and we can talk about getting back together.”

“But you need to remember this is the last time. No more chances. And you should understand, if I take this seriously, you’ll regret it.”

I didn’t respond. Instead, I took out the SIM card, logged out of my accounts and shut everything down.

Nicolas wasn’t wrong. The first two times I tried to divorce him, I did back down, letting my emotions get the best of me. But this time, I was determined. I didn’t avoid it out of fear, but because I was pressed for time. I had a flight to catch. It wasn’t that I didn’t want the divorce.

In Eldermere, the first person I saw when I get to home was our family’s butler. He was an old man, someone my father trusted for years. My brother had planned the wedding schedule tightly, so I was a bit nervous.

But it wasn’t until the wedding day that I saw Lyle waiting to take me to the ceremony. It had been six years since we last saw each other and now here we were, heading to my wedding. I felt uneasy.

“Hi, Lyle…” I muttered quietly. I was too nervous and didn’t know what to call him.

Lyle raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, a smile spreading across his lips.

“Looks like we have a lot of work to do to get you used to calling me by my new name, Ro.” Lyle stepped closer and whispered in my ear, “From now on, you’ll call me 'baby.’” His grin grew wider.

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As I got into the wedding car, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. Lyle sat beside me, doing his best to appear composed, but I could see the subtle tension flicker in his eyes. I returned his gaze with a faint smile, trying to reassure him—or maybe myself.

Just then, a sleek luxury car passed us and that’s when I saw Nicolas. As if sensing my presence, he turned his head and looked out the window. When two more cars passed behind his, my heart skipped a beat. He saw me.