A Farewell After Being Reborn

“The Holcomb family isn’t poor enough to make you leave this marriage without a penny to your name,” Ian said in response to Sage’s confusion. “I’ll have Terry draw up another agreement so that you receive appropriate compensation.”

“That’s not necessary,” Sage said firmly. “I didn’t marry you for your money.”

It wasn’t like she was short on cash. Setting aside the fact that her grandfather had left her some shares, she was plenty capable of earning her own money. She’d only been so insistent on marrying Ian because she’d lost her mind and wanted to chase after her so-called love.

“I don’t care what you want to get out of this,” Ian said domineeringly. “I’m still going to draw up the agreement based on my terms so that things don’t look too ugly.”

Oh. So, he was afraid of being humiliated if people were to hear about him allowing his ex-wife to leave without a penny to her name.

Sage gave up on arguing with him. “Whatever. You decide. I’ll see you at City Hall tomorrow morning.”

With that, she backed away and shut the door. She continued packing her things.

Ian stood outside the room with a frown. Had she really stopped him just to talk about the divorce? She’d shut the door without hesitation once they were done talking about the agreement. She hadn’t even bothered to say another word.

In the past, when he returned home, Sage would circle him and chatter away like a sparrow. One minute, she’d ask him to accompany her on a stroll. In the next, she would ask him to enjoy the flowers with her. She also liked using all sorts of excuses to hang around him when he was working.

If only she’d been this quiet and sensible throughout their marriage, he wouldn’t despise the thought of coming home so much.

it didn’t matter what she was plotting. As long as she could genuinely agree to a divorce tomorrow, he’d have one less burden off

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a day! I swear with my life that I won’t ruin your and Ivy’s wedding!

you have a death wish, you should just go to hell. I won’t give you yet

was cold and filled with hatred as he watched Sage stab herself in the heart.

She shot up in bed. As she looked around at the

The torment and despair she’d experienced prior to her death were smothering. No matter what, she swore

that thought, Sage got out of bed. She freshened up before leaving the house and heading to City Hall. It wasn’t

thinking about how she and Ian had been in the

morning to wait in line. She’d had to wait

happiness. She thought that was the start of a happy

After all, he’d seen the various tricks she’d pulled.

also had someone look into Sage’s recent whereabouts. Yet his subordinates merely reported

self-deprecation and vague bitterness that flitted past Sage’s face, a trace of unease flickered in his heart. It

Ian hated the most was someone trying to control and threaten him.

at her phone and sent a message before walking into the building.