Chapter 464


    Jan released my hand, slowly standing up with a look on his face that was hard to read. A moment


    “Aaliyah, I’ll sign it! From now on, we''re done!”


    “That’s exactly what I want.” I shot back with a sharp edge to my voice.


    He nced at me and smirked, a devil-may-care expression ying on his lips.


    Hannah stepped in just in time, sliding the divorce papers across the table to him with a pen tucked


    neatly alongside.


    He looked at me, took the pen, and without even ncing at the document, he scrawled his signature


    across the bottom.


    I let out a silent sigh of relief. A decade of mistakes was finally reaching its conclusion.


    Still caught in my reverie, I heard Jan’s sardonic voice cut through, “Aaliyah, don''t get ahead of


    yourself. You know, you’d make the perfect housewife, staying at home, taking care of the kids.”


    His words hung heavy in the air, his smirk turning into a sneer that seemed to carry with it a chilling mix


    of malice and menace.


    “Hannah, get Mr. Dawson''s stuff out of here, would you? I don’t want him having any reason toe


    back,” I called out firmly. I wanted a clean break, no lingering connections.


    Jan’s face turned to stone at my words. “Aaliyah, this is still my home...”


    “The moment you signed these papers, this is no longer your home,” I said, holding up the document.


    “Because I can’t bear the sight of you one minute longer!”


    With that, I turned on my heel, clutching the signed divorce papers, and made my way upstairs without


    a backward nce.


    “You’re cold-hearted!” he growled behind me, his voiceced with anger and disbelief.


    Hannah and Larkin maneuvered three oversized suitcases down to the front door, cing them right


    next to his car, their message clear, [Take care, and don’t bothering back!]


    As Jan looked back onest time at the house that was no longer his, he turned and walked away,


    his departure an emblem of defeat.


    From the second-story window, I watched Jan leave, carrying his baggage. A bitter smile tugged at


    my lips as I realized that this was truly the end of our shared history. Standing on the balcony, I let the


    breeze wash over me for a long while before eventually retreating to my room.


    Milo, sensing my solitude, sauntered over and meowed softly. I picked him up, noticing how much


    weight he’d lost during the times I hadn’t been there.


    I stroked his fur gently and whispered, “Little guy, from now on, we''re going to live well. Thank you for


    pulling me out of that mess.”


    He seemed to understand, purring and nestling into my embrace.


    I dialed my dad''s number, and as his warm voice came through, tears streamed down my face. “Dad,


    I’m free! I''ve divorced!”


    There was a pause on the line, then hisughter rang out. “Sweetheart, that’s wonderful! You did the


    right thing. Pack up those emotions and get ready to start over. Your life is going to be beautiful. You’re


    right, you have to wave goodbye to the wrong ones to meet the right ones.”


    I chuckled through my tears. Dad always supported me, he was my mountain and my stance.


    “But Dad, ten years to see someone’s true colors? I’m hopeless!”


    “Life isn’t smooth sailing for anyone. It’s the bumps and bruises that make us strong,” he soothed.


    “Stop crying! Smile! There''s so much more for you to do. No more moping around!” New ch?pter


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    “You’re right!” Suddenly, I felt an unexpected surge of joy.


    With her rebellious streak, I was genuinely apprehensive about her reaction.