Chapter 5

Over the next few days, Leighton never came home.

That gave me plenty of time to apply to universities abroad and reach out to professors.

Half a month later, a professor from one of the universities replied to my email. He said he was impressed by my resume and encouraged me to apply to their program.

Leighton came home that same day, looking much better than before.

"Have you calmed down yet?"

"I've been staying in the dorm these past few days. I've done a lot of thinking. We need to talk."

A strong men's cologne hit me. There was also a short chestnut-brown hair caught near the collar of her dress—one that clearly didn't belong to her.

Since I was in a good mood, I couldn't even be bothered with exposing such an obvious lie.

"Talk about what? Your little boyfriend again?"

Leighton shot me an irritated look, but ultimately swallowed her anger and continued, "I didn't come back to fight with you, Logan. Do you have any idea how much damage you caused Harley that day? You almost ruined him.

"He's emotionally unstable right now. As his professor, I have a responsibility to make sure he's safe."

I dug at my ear impatiently. "So?"

"So he can't go abroad right now. And for the sake of his reputation, you need to apologize to him publicly."

A laugh escaped me. Apparently, when a person is speechless enough, they really do start laughing.

"Sure."

Leighton froze, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily.

The next second, I pulled out a revised copy of the divorce agreement.

In black and white, the asset division was clearly stated: 70% for me, 30% for her.

Leighton frowned. "Threatening me with divorce again, Logan? Can’t you come up with something else?"

I nodded earnestly. "That's right. It is a threat. If you don't sign it, the entire university will know about your sordid affair by tomorrow."

Leighton was at a critical stage in her Associate Dean promotion process while Harley was about to graduate.

I knew she'd agree.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, she uncapped her pen and signed her name.

Looking at the signed divorce agreement, I nodded in satisfaction. Then I pulled out my phone and casually scrolled through the screen.

As she finished the final stroke of her signature, she suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

"Logan, you're completely living off me. If you step back into society now, you're nothing but a useless man who can't even take care of himself.

"Do you really think you can live off that settlement money for the rest of your life? Give me a break. I'll be waiting for the day you come crawling back and beg me to remarry you."

Confidence radiated from every inch of her. Unfortunately for her, that day would never come.

"The papers are signed. When are you going to apologize to Harley?"

Smiling, I lifted my phone.

On the screen were the words: "Email Sent Successfully".

"I'm afraid that won't be necessary. I’ve compiled all your dirty little secrets into a PDF and sent it, along with the evidence, to the Northbridge University administrative office. You broke your promise once, so I get to break mine once. That's only fair, isn't it?"

The calm expression on Leighton's face instantly froze.

A second later, her phone rang, the shrill ringtone blaring urgently.