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.

been this quiet and sensible throughout their marriage, he wouldn’t

matter what she was plotting. As long as she could genuinely agree to a divorce tomorrow,

…

go to my grandfather’s grave. I’ll only be out for a day! I swear with my life that I won’t ruin your and Ivy’s wedding! If you don’t believe me, I can

change, Sage! Since you have a death wish, you should just go to hell. I

and filled with hatred as he watched Sage stab herself in the heart. Warm blood gushed

a scream. She shot up in bed. As she

previous life. The torment and despair she’d experienced prior to her death were smothering. No matter what, she swore not to end up like

freshened up before leaving the house and heading to City Hall. It wasn’t 9:00 am yet, so City Hall had yet to open. Ian had yet to arrive, too.

were several young couples waiting outside, excited to get married. Sage couldn’t help thinking about how she and Ian had been in the past

arrived early in the morning to wait in line. She’d had

happiness. She thought that was the start of a happy marriage, but it had actually turned out to be the start of her descent to hell

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 check on the surrounding environment and the inside of the building.

his subordinates merely reported that there wasn’t anything out of the

as he saw the self-deprecation and vague bitterness that flitted past Sage’s face, a trace of unease flickered in his heart. It was only for a split second,

to control and threaten him. Sage had done both. She’d

Sage looked down at her phone and sent a

over here.” When Ian saw this message, he took the divorce agreement that Terry had printed and got out of the