Blind Date Turned Proposal

The same items were still in the box. Josie checked them one by one, only breathing a sigh of relief once she confirmed everything was in order. It wasn’t until she got to the very bottom that she found a thin document tucked away. It was the same size as the box and could easily have been overlooked.

Josie furrowed her brows, attempting to pick it up. It was a document consisting of only a few pages, densely packed with words. She brought it closer, puzzled. The glaring bold letters made her frown deepen.

It was a divorce agreement!

It was Dexter’s and her divorce agreement. The wording was meticulous, clearly drafted by a renowned lawyer, detailing the division of assets between the two after the divorce.

Josie flipped through the pages one by one. Clearly, this divorce agreement was different from the one Xanthe had initially given her. This one was more… tolerable. It stated that after the divorce, Dexter would grant Josie an eight-figure sum, as well as several estates abroad. She would also receive one percent of Russell Group’s shares.

This was no longer tolerance-it was generosity.

Josie was puzzled. She had never seen this divorce agreement before, so how did it end up in Paul’s box?

written at the signature line of the man’s side, were two dried-out words:

at the end of

back, clutching the paper tightly. It was a divorce agreement signed by

it was due to Paul’s improper storage, but the edges of the paper had started to yellow. This indicated that the agreement had been in existence for quite some time. But exactly when was this

not think about

Should she be happy? This legally binding agreement could help her get a divorce and

as it meant that the man had been contemplating

of footsteps. Dexter, having taken a bath, didn’t see Josie anywhere. He walked to the staircase and gently called out, “Josie?”

sound echoed through the empty

No one responded.”

so step by step, he walked to the bedroom door of Paul. His voice

the items. Only then did she slowly turn. around, her face weary.

his gaze falling on the pieces of paper she was gripping in her hand.