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.

she could genuinely

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to go to my grandfather’s grave. I’ll only be out for a day! I swear with my life that I won’t ruin your and

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

cold and filled with hatred as he watched Sage stab herself

a scream. She shot up in bed. As she looked

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

of bed. She freshened up before leaving the house and heading to City Hall. It wasn’t 9:00 am yet, so

Sage couldn’t help thinking about how she and Ian had been in the past as she took in the happy, blissful looks on the couples’ faces.

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

of a happy marriage, but it had actually turned out to be

in the car and stared straight ahead emotionlessly. He still didn’t believe Sage would go through with the divorce. After all, he’d seen the various tricks she’d pulled. To avoid being pranked, he’d sent some men

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

he saw the self-deprecation and vague bitterness that flitted past Sage’s face, a trace of unease flickered in

the most was someone trying to control and threaten him. Sage had

opened. Sage looked down at her phone and sent