A Farewell After Being Reborn

Sage turned around. “Who gave you permission to throw that away? Pick it back up!”

The receptionist wasn’t afraid of her. “Why waste time on that? Mr. Holcomb’s not gonna read it anyway. He’s told us to throw everything that you’ve left here for him!”

In the past, Sage worried that Ian would push himself too hard. She would always drop by and deliver little trinkets and snacks to help him destress. She’d even written him letters to convey her feelings to him.

So, this was how he’d treated her care and concern. Even a mere receptionist dared to do whatever she wanted with the things Sage had left!

Sage glared at the receptionist. “Regardless of whether Ian looks at the things I bring, you still don’t have the right to throw them away. Now, pick the envelope up!”

The receptionist curled her lip, saying scornfully, “Fine. What’s the point of pretending to be the president’s wife when you’re just clinging to him like the sorry woman you are?”

“You—”

“What’s going on here?”

the receptionist apologize when a man’s stern voice rang out. She turned to see it was Ian’s assistant, Terry Zane. And beside him was Ian, who wore

always race, and she would blush when she saw him. She would speak to him shyly and tenderly. Now, she

Holcomb,” Terry greeted her

him gleefully as she’d done in the past. From beginning to end, Ian had never acknowledged her as his wife. The fact that Terry had addressed

happened here?” Terry didn’t know what Sage was thinking. He repeated his

and said in grievance, “Mr. Holcomb instructed us not to accept anything that Mrs. Holcomb brought, but she kept forcing me to deliver an envelope to him. I didn’t dare to go against

snarled, “Who gave

did nothing of the sort, and I didn’t force her to do anything. She threw my things away,

the wrong, yet you keep trying to shift the

wrong. It was no wonder the receptionist had the nerve to frame her. She supposed that in Ian’s eyes, she

bothered to explain any further. She smiled faintly. “You won’t need to bear

up from the trash can and continued, “I’ve drawn up a divorce agreement. Let’s go get the divorce settled before City Hall closes for the day.”

surreptitiously waved the receptionist away and backed away