table.
I didn’t immediately sign as he wished, but carefully reviewed each clause of the agreement.
His generosity surprised me, but I wasn’t easily fooled.
I proposed that the overseas property purchased in the first two years be given to me, and in exchange, I would give up the original shares in the company. Milo Quinn hesitated briefly before contacting his legal advisor to modify the agreement.
However, just as I was about to sign, Mila Quinn suddenly covered the signature line with his hand.
With a gloomy expression, he reminded me: “Look carefully, the child’s custody goes to me. Once you sign, you’ll have no contact with him.”
Of course, I understood this point. I also know that although the law granted me visitation rights, if the Quinn family opposed it, I might never see my son again.
The sadness in my heart was indescribable, but my determination to divorce remained unwavering
The child following Milo Quinn would undoubtedly have a materially rich upbringing.
I said lightly: “You’ve given him a privileged environment to grow up in. That’s already given him a head start in life.
Milo Quinn clearly hadn’t expected me to respond this way. He gave a cold laugh and impatiently dismissed me: “I have things to do. Let’s end it here for today” With that, he casually tore up the divorce agreement.
mained silent for a moment, then said with a hint of mockery. “It doesn’t matter. 111 file for divorce through legal channels. Because, I’m ally sick of you.”
“Stop… Stop right there!” Milo Quinn’s voice was filled with unprecedented panic.
He followed closely behind me, completely disregarding his subordinates‘ furtive glances, all the way to the elevator.
He suddenly questioned me: “Do you already have another man? Is that why you’re wearing lipstick? To see him?”
Tremained silent.
He continued to press: “If not, how could you be so heartless as to abandon your own son?”
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Jennie stepped out.
She should have been enjoying her day off, but had unexpectedly appeared due to a coworker’s tip–off.
Coming from a well–educated background, she gently tried to persuade Millo to let me leave, for the sake of appearances.
However, Milo angrily brushed her off, coldly saying: “This is between my wife and me. You have no right to interfere”
Jennie’s face instantly turned pale. She looked around, realizing that colleagues who had already been speculating about her relationship
with Milo were now gossiping even more.
She couldn’t imagine how many rumors about her this incident would spark in the company.
Jennie fled towards the stairwell with tears in her eyes. I looked at Milo, a cold smile tugging at my lips: “Aren’t you going to chase after her?”
In truth, I never harbored much resentment towards Jennie.
The real betrayer of the feelings between Milo and me had always been Milo himself.
I reconnected with some old friends.
Mia, Sophie, and I were like the three musketeers, having gone through the turbulent years of escaping our dysfunctional families together.
They had always known my address and had my contact information. But as we grew older, we seemed to tacitly follow some unspoken rule of adulthood, never “disturbing” each other’s lives unnecessarily.
I poured out to them all the ways Milo had been a jerk, and as the alcohol flowed, they became so angry they almost wanted to join me in burning down the Quinn family mansion.
Amidst laughter, we couldn’t help but burst into tears, as if releasing all our pent–up grievances.
As time passed, my insomnia gradually improved.
However, the good times didn’t last long. Before a month had passed, Milo Quinn once again barged into my life.
He appeared at my doorstep without warning, staying from 3PM until 1 AM, nearly driving my neighbors to call the police out of exasperation.
Left with no choice, I had to let him in
Since I had left, Milo Quinn had visibly lost weight, and the once confident and steady light in his eyes had dimmed.
Mrs. White told me that after I moved out, Milo often returned to the old mansion.
At first, the old Mrs. Quinn was delighted, busying herself preparing lavish meals for her son and grandson every day,
