Chapter 2


    Divorce?


    Ste couldn’t describe how she felt when she saw the divorce agreement.She sat down and squeezed


    her hands at the hems of her shirt.


    "W-why?"


    She looked up, finally staring him straight in the eyes.She had never looked at him directly before even


    when they were making lovest night.


    There was always an imposing distance and iciness in his cold but charming eyes.


    Like an evesting iceberg, no one could ever gain his pity or love.


    Just like the staff in hispany, Ste was afraid of looking him in the eyes.


    However, divorce was a major issue.She wanted to know why he had suddenly decided to do this.


    Even if she didn’t have the right to refuse, he could at least give her a reason… "There’s no reason."


    There was no emotion in his tone.He got up slowly and swept a nce at her, exuding an oppressing


    aura.


    "Sign it after you’ve read through it." Ste’s gaze fell to the divorce agreement.


    Instead of taking it, she hung her head, looking rather pale.


    There was a momentary silence in the air.


    Weston looked at her ghastly pale face, but still, she refused to speak up.He was then reminded ofst


    night.He had gripped her with overwhelming force and it was obvious that she felt ufortable.


    But her fingers had clenched onto the sheets tightly instead, despite looking so pale.She never made a


    sound even when she almost tore the sheets.


    They didn’t close the windows, but the curtains were drawn.


    When a breeze fluttered the curtains and moonlight spilled over Ste’s body, Weston wasn’t sure if the


    moonlight was too pale, or if Ste was just too weakened.


    With this in mind, his gaze mellowed and his forehead rxed.


    "I will give you some time to get used to this.You can keep staying here for the time being."


    Even after the man had left, Ste was still shrunk back into her chair.She hugged her knees and


    stared at the divorce agreement.Her eyes felt dry.


    At least he was willing to give her some time to get used to things.


    It was merciful enough for an aloof man like him to not chase her out immediately… so should she feel


    content instead? At the hospital… Ste didn’t have time to stay upset.


    Roger Sealey was in the midst of undergoing treatment.


    Ste stood outside his ward and watched the frail young man lying there.She felt hints of being


    exhausted, bitter, and slightly afraid.She held up her phone and pondered for a moment before calling


    Weston.


    Perhaps the divorce had given her determination and courage, she wanted Weston to keep her


    company since he was still her husband for now… Would he do it? The busy tone was her answer.


    Ste leaned against the ice-cold wall helplessly.


    A silhouette strode past her, and an indignant female voice bellowed, "Weston Ford, I’m at the hospital


    now.If you don’t want anything to happen to the child in my stomach,e and see me now."


    Ste immediately straightened up.She thought she had heard it wrong.


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    Weston… Ford? Her mind had been a swirl of emotions so she didn’t hear anything else but the name


    clearly.


    Was it her husband, the Weston Ford? Ste looked up and immediately recognized the woman to be


    the recently popr celebrity, Guinevere Cohen.


    As Ste listened to the woman’s capricious tone, her fists clenched slightly and bitterness filled her


    heart.