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.]

spent an hour waiting in bed, but Shantelle did not reply. He went down to have his late breakfast. When Shantelle still did not respond, he sent another message: [Shanty, we could still be friends. We have known each other since we were young. We don’t need

lawyers and, after handing in the divorce papers, he

time for him to tell his parents of

and Clara Thompsons, genuinely

my parents here?” Evan

Misses – I mean, Miss

He looked outside and realized that the Scotts’ car was parked next to his father’s. Shantelle was

himself should his father retort by threatening him again. Evan marched with heavy steps until he found himself in the gardens. What he saw broke his heart. He

tears in their eyes. His wife

Clara, his mother,

Shantelle. It was obvious that she had

tells me you have finally divorced?” Clara said in a

it’s better. I’m tired of

it was her decision. So I respect it,”

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

Uncle. I have to go,” Shantelle sniffed her tears

you, dear. Good

minding him for a second. It wasn’t like her at all. Evan asked

big part of Evan was dumbfounded. She never ignored him. Noticing how

a brow and

that, Shantelle walked away. She did not even say goodbye or

***

A month passed.

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

got the divorce certificates done. Officially, he was

Evan asked, “Is that it? Did she say… anything

whatever it was she was doing. The Scotts appeared to be busy.” Howard shrugged. “Their maids were walking in

replied, inwardly disappointed. “Thank you,

for your son.” He smiled and added, “I remember he liked baseball. Wendell sold some of his card

Clark would