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.]

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

his lawyers and, after handing in the divorce papers, he decided to pay his father and

Evan felt tensed. It was about time for him to

Erick and Clara Thompsons, genuinely loved Shantelle as their

parents

garden with Misses – I

what was going on. He looked outside and realized that the Scotts’ car was parked next to his

Evan marched with heavy steps

in their eyes. His wife was doing

mother, called. “You

three broke off, and Evan could finally see Shantelle. It was obvious

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

his father said, “I guess it’s better. I’m tired

Evan. Shantelle had told me it was her

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

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

Good luck with everything,”

him for a second. It wasn’t like

dumbfounded. She never ignored him. Noticing how she kept walking

raised a brow and softly replied,

walked away. She did not even

***

A month passed.

divorce certificate,” Howard, the Thompsons family

connection, Evan quickly got the divorce certificates done. Officially, he

asked, “Is that it? Did she

to be busy.” Howard shrugged. “Their maids were walking in and out of the house, carrying boxes. Maybe

Evan replied, inwardly disappointed. “Thank you, Howard

his drawers and gave it to Howard, “This is for your son.” He smiled and added,

Clark would love this,”