Chapter 1 Back For Divorce


    Scarlett''s POV:


    I checked the time again and sighed. It had been one and a half hours since I flew in, and I had lost


    count of the times I had nced at my watch. My husband, Charles Moore, was nowhere to be


    found. He was supposed to pick me up from the airport. But he must be with his girlfriend right now.


    I shook my head and smiled bitterly at the thought, stood up, and dragged myself and my luggage


    out of the airport.


    I married Charles three years ago. But shortly after our wedding, I received some good news from


    my dream university abroad. I was epted to one of their programs, so I left to study there.


    Charles and I had not seen each other for three years. While I was away, he was spending all his


    time with the woman he truly loved.


    Now, I was finally finished with my studies and I came back home. I wanted to end our nominal


    marriage. I decided it was time for me to stop hoping for things that would never happen.


    On my way home in a cab, I sent Charles a message that read, "We need to talk."


    Before long, I was standing inside our empty house. I set my luggage aside and headed to the living


    room. I sat on the sofa and waited. The house looked and smelled like no one had lived in it for


    years. Our wedding photo was still hanging on the wall. It offended and saddened me at the same


    time.


    I nced at my phone. Charles still had not replied. I guessed that maybe he would not be home


    tonight.


    But I just sat there for a long time and immersed myself in my thoughts. Then, I heard a car pull


    over outside. I shot up from my seat, feeling my heart break into a gallop. Did I still expect anything


    of my stone-hearted husband? Maybe. Maybe not. But at thest moment, I gnashed my teeth


    together and sped my trembling hands. I reminded myself, ''I''m here to end this.''


    The doorknob turned, and the door swung open. Charles turned on the lights, and they cast a tall


    shadow of him down the hall. He walked in. He was d in a charcoal ck suit and immacte


    white shirt. His expression showed exhaustion, but it did nothing to overshadow his angr face


    and prominent cheekbones. Everything was still the same. He still exuded that icy aura that I could


    feel from a few feet away.


    As he walked closer, my heart beat faster, and my breath starteding in short bursts. I could not


    believe I forgot how handsome he was. He was like a god who did not belong in the mortal world.


    He had the kind of charm that just made people surrender.


    Time had made him into a more mature-looking, head-turning man. I averted my gaze as I felt my


    cheeks burn.


    He walked to the sofa and sat down. I took the seat across from him.


    Then, he stared at me with his cold, sharp eyes. My first thought was to lower my head and avoid


    looking directly at him, but I forced my chin up.


    I saw my reflection in his dark eyes.


    "You''re back." He spoke in his usual monotone, which would have made me bristle had I not known


    it sopletely.


    "Yes," I answered, keeping my voice as nonchnt as his.


    "Mywyer just sent you an email." As Charles spoke, he loosened his tie. His muscr chest


    poked through his shirt.


    "Okay, let me check." I swallowed and schooled my features into neutrality.


    I took out my phone and pulled up my email, and the subject line of thetest email in my inbox


    jumped right at me—divorce agreement. Although I was expecting it, I still felt like somebody drove


    a knife through my chest. The pain was swift and startling, and the only reason I was thankful for it


    was that it blinded me from Charles''s charm for a second.


    "All right. I''ll sign it." I put my phone away and looked back at my soon-to-be ex-husband. Soon, he


    would no longer belong to me. I had a good run pretending to be Mrs. Moore. But it had toe to


    an end now, and I had to kick Mr. Moore out of my world.


    "Don''t you want to read the agreement first?"


    "No need. I''m sure Mr. Moore will treat his ex-wife well." I forced a smile. Ex-wife. I was going to be


    his ex-wife pretty soon, but I was not sure I was okay with such a blunt term.


    "You will get this Garden Street house. And the apartment downtown..." "When?" I interrupted


    Charles.


    "What?" He frowned and looked at me with probing eyes.


    "When are we signing the papers?" I asked softly.


    "I''ll make an appointment with mywyer," Charles replied, slightly dipping his chin.


    "Very well. I''ll wait for your call."


    After a moment of silence, he looked up at me again.


    "Rita is not in good health. I just want to fulfill herst wish," he exined.


    I clenched my fist as I swallowed the lump in my throat. Fulfill herst wish? What a great man. But


    did he have to do it at my expense? Well, I supposed I had no right to be hurt here. After all, I was


    just a fake Mrs. Moore. A substitute.


    "I understand." I just nodded, even though deep inside, I was brimming with so many things I


    wanted to say to his face.


    "If you need anything else, I''ll have mywyer put it in the agreement."


    "No, I''m good. Whatever''s in there, it''s enough." Once again, I curled my lips into a weak smile.


    "Come see Rita tomorrow." Charles stood up and started pacing in front of me.


    He said hisst remark firmly. He was not asking me toe see his girlfriend. He was


    commanding me. What did he think of me? And why should I go meet that woman? Did he just want


    to rub salt into my wound?


    "And why would I do that?" I asked him with a straight face.


    "I don''t want her to feel guilty about our divorce. Tell her that you''re in love with someone else.


    Assure her that our decision to end our marriage has nothing to do with her." He stopped in front of


    me and looked into my eyes once again.


    "Fine."


    I wanted to refuse. But for some reason, I had always found it difficult to say no to him. All he had to


    do was look me in the eyes and ask, and I''d just give in without a fight.


    "Thank you. I''ll pick you up tomorrow."


    "Don''t bother. Just text me the address, and I''ll be there."


    Charles took onest look at me and then walked away.


    I watched his receding figure as tears welled up in my eyes. We had been hiding our marriage


    during the past three years. No one knew about it except our family and close friends. A few months


    ago, the media reported news of Charles and Rita''s engagement. Photos of Rita trying on wedding


    dresses were also published and got circted all over the Inte. What a perfect match!


    I spent some long nights staring at those photos, and each and every time, my eyes automatically


    darted to Charles. At that time, I thought that I should not lose hope in us. I believed that as long as


    I stayed married to him, there was still a chance that he could fall in love with me and then our


    rtionship would be real. I loved him, and as long as I did, that was enough.


    I did not realize until muchter that I also needed him to love me back and not just for a bit. I


    wanted him to love me as much as I loved him.


    I spent thest three years waiting for him. I tried and tried my best to show him my affection and


    concern despite the distance between us, but I got nothing in return. One day, I woke up and


    allowed the truth to beat me to a pulp.


    That day, the clingy, needy Scarlett died a painful death, and from her corpse rose a new one, a


    Scarlett d in an armor so thick, no sword or spear could pierce it.


    I went up to my room with my suitcases and unpacked my clothes. Then, I took a shower and


    changed into a nightgown. The room looked like nobody had touched it since I left. There was not a


    knickknack out of ce or even a wrinkle on the sheets. It was obvious that Charles had not used it


    in thest three years because he was probably living somece else with Rita.


    The thought made me wince. I went to the balcony to breathe some fresh air. To my surprise, I saw


    Charles''s car still parked in the driveway. Why was he still here? Should he not be rushing back to


    his beloved Rita?


    While I was nkly staring at his car, my phone rang. It was my best friend, Tiana. I answered her


    call.


    "Hey, Tiana!"


    "Bitch! Wee back!"


    "Thank you."


    "I''m still on a business trip. I''m so sorry I couldn''t pick you up at the airport today."


    "It''s okay. Workes first."


    "Are you back for good or are you going to leave again the first chance you get?" "I think I''ll be


    staying for now."


    "Great! Come work in our TV station then. I mean, you''re perfect for the job. You majored in media,


    your voice is pleasant to hear, and you''re gorgeous. People are going to love you. You''ll fit right in.


    What do you say?"


    "Okay."


    "Have you talked to Charles?" Tiana''s voice suddenly became low as if she wanted to feel out


    something.


    "Yes." I looked at Charles''s car in the driveway again.


    "Did he tell you about his little girlfriend?"


    "Yes."


    "What a shameless jerk! How dare he mention her to you?"


    "It''s all right, Tiana. He asked me toe see Rita tomorrow, and I said yes."


    "What? You agreed to meet that bitch who stole your husband? Are you out of your damn mind,


    Scarlett? That woman seduced Charles and encouraged him to divorce you. I honestly don''t know


    why she''s wasting her energy. The Moore family didn''t approve of her for Charles three years ago.


    What makes her think they''ve somehow changed their minds now?" Tiana was practically roaring


    from the other end of the line. "All''s said and done. At this point, I just want to let bygones be


    bygones." I smiled lightly.


    "Bygones? Scarlett, you still love him, don''t you?" I did not answer. Of course I still loved him. I had


    never stopped loving him.


    "Scarlett!" Tiana''s yell snapped me right back to reality.


    "I''m tired, Tiana. I''ll call you tomorrow, okay? See you soon."


    I hung up the phone before Tiana could protest and took a deep breath. Charles''s car was still


    there, and it didn''t look like he nned to leave anytime soon. But what did I care?


    All of a sudden, exhaustion finally weighed down on me. I went back to my room and crawled into


    bed. Iid on my back, stared at the ceiling, and waited for sleep toe. A few momentster, I


    heard someone knocking on the door.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I slid out of bed and opened the door. I found Charles standing


    outside.