But then he thought to himself, he had been so good today. He took a bath without a fuss, shared all sorts of interesting stories with his mom, and listened attentively to her when she read him a story. He had been such a good boy.
And since his mom was still so patient with him, that meant everything was okay between them.
Next time, he would spend even more time with her.
Adrian thought happily as he clutched his tablet, heading off to chat with Giselle.
…
Mila returned to the bedroom, finding it empty.
Lysander hadn’t come back yet.
She hadn’t come to the old house today just to attend the Lockwood family dinner with Lysander tomorrow. She had something far more important to discuss.
From her bag, Mila took out a signed divorce agreement.
The one she had left at the Montgomery family residence was still there, untouched. She had printed a new copy, signed it, and brought it with her.
Since Lysander wasn’t in the bedroom, he must be in his study, she thought. Wary of running into his parents, she slipped the agreement between the pages of a design book and headed towards the study.
She knocked on the door, and sure enough, Lysander’s voice came from inside.
What are you doing here? Get out!
Lysander frowned instinctively when he saw Mila enter.
He had always hated her stepping into his workspace, but Mila wasn’t about to adhere to the post-marriage rules Lysander had set for her.
She glanced around, ensuring they were alone, before she walked over, pulled the divorce papers from the design book, and laid them on the table calmly.
She pulled a wooden chair and sat facing Lysander’s desk, ignoring his displeased gaze. Three percent is already a compromise.
Impossible, Lysander dismissed her coldly.
He fixed his gaze on Mila’s bright, fair face, a harsh glint in his sharp eyes. Mila, we have a prenuptial agreement. If you want a divorce, don’t expect to take a single penny. And as for the children, forget about getting any more visitation rights.
Seven years of marriage, and this was the ruthless outcome.
Mila let out a wry smile. Although she had already let go of the custody battle, it still stung to hear.
She closed her eyes, calming her emotions, before speaking slowly. Lysander, once we’re divorced, you can give your lover a legitimate status. I only want three percent of the shares. This doesn’t burden you and is actually beneficial.
She met Lysander’s dark, intense gaze directly.
Let me disappear from your life. This is what you wanted all along, and now, I’m granting your wish.