The CEO’s Ex-Wife Is A Famous Doctor

Chapter 6: Divorce Celebration

“Good morning, Evan. I love you.”

Evan smiled in his dream, hearing Shantelle repeat those words. She never got tired of expressing how she felt. In his dream, he did not respond, but he sensed the warmth in his heart.

Suddenly, he heard his phone buzz. It was his wake-up call.

“Shanty, can you turn off the alarm, please? I want to sleep longer. It’s Saturday,” Evan groaned in his sleep. “Shants. Shanty?”

His eyes opened, realizing he was calling out his wife’s name. He sat up and turned to the empty side of the bed. Then his gaze landed on the bedside table. When he saw the divorce papers and the letter she wrote, it dawned on him how Shantelle was already gone.

“Right. She left,” Evan said under his breath. Again, this was supposed to be his happiest moment. He was free! All he needed to do was to formalize the divorce, and he would be officially a single man, but why was his chest still feeling heavy? It had not felt any better since he learned about Shantelle’s leaving.

He noticed his phone was ringing. He checked it and saw it was Nicole calling. He ignored it at first and just lay on the bed. When his phone continued to ring, he groaned in irritation and answered it, “Nicole.”

“I got the job from the public library! It’s like what you said. Your father did not interfere!” There was a smile in her tone when Nicole added, “Evan, I can’t thank you enough. How about we have dinner to celebrate? I can cook for you?”

“I.” Evan glanced at the bedside table. Then he replied, “I can’t. I have to hand to my lawyers the divorce papers – ”

“Oh, did Shantelle sign it?” Nicole probe.

“Yes. Yes, she did,” Evan blandly answered. There was not a hint of happiness in his voice.

“That’s even more reason to celebrate. Come on, Evan. Let’s have lunch together,” Nicole kept insisting.

Evan sighed and responded, “I’m sorry, Nicole, but I have things to do. Next time.”

He ended the call without letting Nicole finish, and then he started staring at his phone, going through his messages. Recalling Shantelle’s letter, he wondered, “Which message was she referring to?”

From one app to another, Evan checked all his messengers, but he did not find any recent texts or messages from Shantelle. He frowned and pondered what she meant.

Soon, he attempted to call Shantelle’s phone. “The person you are calling is out of reach.”

Again and again, he called. Since he could not get through, he sent her a message: [Shanty, I got your letter. Thank you for signing the divorce papers. I know you said you did not want the alimony, but I will still transfer the funds to you. By the way, I did not get any message from you, despite what you have written in your letter.]

When Shantelle still did not respond, he sent another message: [Shanty, we could still be

clothes. Evan left to meet his lawyers and, after handing

for him to tell his parents of his decision to divorce Shantelle. He did not know how

Thompsons, genuinely

parents

with Misses – I mean,

what was going on. He looked outside and realized that the Scotts’ car was

Evan marched with heavy steps until he found himself in the gardens. What he saw broke his heart. He could make

were embracing Shantelle with tears in their eyes. His wife was doing

his mother, called. “You

off, and Evan could finally see Shantelle. It was obvious that she

finally divorced?” Clara said in a

“I guess it’s better. I’m tired

Evan. Shantelle had told me it was her decision.

an amazement to Evan. If his father knew it was his decision, a debate would happen again! He

have to go,” Shantelle sniffed her tears away

Good luck with everything,” Clara said,

walked past Evan, not minding him for a second. It wasn’t like her at all. Evan asked silently, ‘Did she

how she kept walking without glancing at him, he said,

Shantelle raised a brow and softly

away. She did not even say goodbye or give Evan her

***

A month passed.

thank you for the divorce certificate,” Howard, the Thompsons family driver, said

quickly got the divorce certificates done. Officially,

throat, Evan asked, “Is that it?

sir. She just accepted it and returned to whatever it was she was doing. The Scotts appeared to be busy.” Howard shrugged. “Their maids were walking in and out of

see,” Evan replied, inwardly disappointed. “Thank

it to Howard, “This is for your

figured Clark would love this,”