Overnight, I became the cheating wife, the woman who betrayed her husband, subject to all sorts of public scorn. Meanwhile, Nathan and Jenny were seen as the innocent victims in all of this.
“I’ll sign, but only if you agree to one thing,” I said after a long pause.
Nathan glanced up at me, then nodded. He handed me the pen, and without a word, I signed the divorce papers, my face betraying no emotion.
“Aren’t you going to read the agreement?” Nathan asked, his brow furrowing.
I gave a small, humorless smile. “No need.”
He walked away almost empty-handed, giving me everything—his house and wealth—all for Jenny and to repay a favor.
“Let’s go to the courthouse tomorrow to finalize everything.”
“Okay,” I replied.
Nathan froze for a moment, holding the papers in his hand. His eyes searched mine, filled with confusion, but he said nothing in the end.
As they left, Jenny turned and sneered at me, her lips moving soundlessly. “You lost.”
And I had indeed lost everything. So now, I wasn’t about to lose again.
A while later, my phone buzzed with a message from Nathan.
“I’m sorry for what you had to go through today, Lois. I really am. Once everything blows over, I’ll throw you the biggest wedding, and we’ll remarry.
“I couldn’t just sit by and watch Jenny’s depression get worse. You understand that, don’t you?”
I read the message and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, tears welling up in my eyes.
This had all happened before.
In my last life, to force me into signing the divorce, Nathan had gotten drunk and tried to come up with a plan with his friends. But he forgot, his friends were also mine.
Jeremy Yates had tried to talk some sense into Nathan, telling him not to throw away his marriage for Jenny.
