~Victor~
I still could not believe that Sasha was saying the truth about Isabelle being gone, because no matter how I pushed, she refused to tell me exactly where Isabelle had gone to.
It took every ounce of self-control in me not to barge into her house forcefully last night to look around the house myself.
As early as possible, I arrived at my lawyer’s office, Barrister Joe.
“You sounded so urgent when you called for a meeting this morning,” he said. “What is the matter?” he asked me.
“I don’t want the divorce anymore,” I blurted out.
He seemed confused for a few seconds. “What divorce are we talking about?” Barrister Joe asked me.
“Signing the divorce papers was done under duress on my part, and I want it revisited,” I stated firmly.
“Mr. Walters, you sat in that courtroom and willingly signed the divorce papers,” Barrister Joe reminded me.
He looked at me as though I was insane, and he was right, but then again, I had every right to make demands, because the divorce was not even
