A Farewell After Being Reborn

“The Holcomb family isn’t poor enough to make you leave this marriage without a penny to your name,” Ian said in response to Sage’s confusion. “I’ll have Terry draw up another agreement so that you receive appropriate compensation.”

“That’s not necessary,” Sage said firmly. “I didn’t marry you for your money.”

It wasn’t like she was short on cash. Setting aside the fact that her grandfather had left her some shares, she was plenty capable of earning her own money. She’d only been so insistent on marrying Ian because she’d lost her mind and wanted to chase after her so-called love.

“I don’t care what you want to get out of this,” Ian said domineeringly. “I’m still going to draw up the agreement based on my terms so that things don’t look too ugly.”

Oh. So, he was afraid of being humiliated if people were to hear about him allowing his ex-wife to leave without a penny to her name.

Sage gave up on arguing with him. “Whatever. You decide. I’ll see you at City Hall tomorrow morning.”

With that, she backed away and shut the door. She continued packing her things.

Ian stood outside the room with a frown. Had she really stopped him just to talk about the divorce? She’d shut the door without hesitation once they were done talking about the agreement. She hadn’t even bothered to say another word.

In the past, when he returned home, Sage would circle him and chatter away like a sparrow. One minute, she’d ask him to accompany her on a stroll. In the next, she would ask him to enjoy the flowers with her. She also liked using all sorts of excuses to hang around him when he was working.

only she’d been this quiet and sensible throughout their marriage, he wouldn’t despise the thought of coming home so much.

she was plotting. As long as she could genuinely agree to a divorce tomorrow, he’d have one less burden

…

grave. I’ll only be out for a day! I swear with my life that I won’t ruin your and Ivy’s wedding!

never change, Sage! Since you have a death wish, you should just go to hell. I

stab herself in the heart. Warm blood gushed out and slowly became cold

scream. She shot up in bed. As she looked

couldn’t stop dreaming about the events of her previous life. The torment and despair she’d experienced prior to her death were smothering. No

to City Hall. It wasn’t 9:00

get married. Sage couldn’t help thinking about how she and Ian

so excited that she’d arrived early in the morning to wait in line. She’d had to

and distant, but that hadn’t affected her happiness. She thought that was the start of a happy marriage, but it had actually turned

in the car and stared straight ahead emotionlessly. He still didn’t believe Sage would go through with the divorce. After all, he’d seen the various tricks she’d pulled. To avoid being pranked, he’d sent some men to

into Sage’s recent whereabouts. Yet his subordinates merely reported that there wasn’t anything out of the

past Sage’s face, a trace of

to control and

at her phone and sent a message

already arrived. Hurry up and get over here.” When Ian saw this message, he took the divorce agreement that Terry had printed and got