Chapter 3

I cleaned out the old belongings in the house, packing and throwing away everything unimportant.

That evening, Caleb came home for once.

In the end, the divorce papers I'd prepared didn't get used.

Caleb presented his own divorce agreement first.

"Honey, Bella feels insecure. She doesn't want the child born as an illegitimate child."

"Let's divorce first. I'll register the child's birth, then we'll remarry."

No wonder. An hour ago, Isabella sent me a message telling me to wait for a surprise.

She was trying to provoke me into fighting with Caleb again.

Too bad I didn't love him anymore. Even fighting felt like a waste of energy.

I calmly scanned through the terms in the agreement.

Very generous and fair. Almost all of Caleb's assets were split fifty-fifty with me.

Without any hesitation, I signed my name.

After signing, I drank the lukewarm water on the table and got up to return to my room.

Caleb hadn't expected me to be so decisive. Surprise flashed through his eyes.

He stood up and instinctively grabbed my wrist.

"What's wrong with you?"

I turned back, looking at him with distant, indifferent eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Caleb glanced uneasily at my bedroom, pondered for a while, then walked in anyway.

He removed all the sharp objects from my room.

He was about to call for a caretaker.

Turned out he was afraid I'd kill myself.

I laughed out loud.

"No need for all this trouble. I won't kill myself."

His phone rang. Isabella was urging him home.

He nodded perfunctorily at me and hurried outside impatiently.

Early the next morning, Caleb urged me downstairs to go to City Hall for the divorce certificate.

On the passenger seat lay Isabella's brightly colored wool shawl that she often used.

It was Isabella's aesthetic style.

I tactfully went to the back seat.

He froze for a moment, then instinctively asked.

"Why aren't you sitting in front?"

I looked out the window at the constantly retreating scenery, answering absentmindedly.

"Isn't that where Isabella's stuff is?"

Caleb fell silent.

He observed my expression through the rearview mirror several times, opening his mouth repeatedly without making a sound.

After registering our information, the staff told us to wait for notification.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Caleb stood in place, his expression somewhat complex, his eyes churning with emotions I couldn't understand.

"I'll take you home."

I was about to refuse.

Isabella appeared from nowhere, jumping up to kiss Caleb's cheek.

Caleb hastily steadied her.

"Be careful of the baby!"

As soon as Isabella appeared, all his attention fell on her. He didn't even notice when I left.