Chapter 4

  The reporters continued to ask questions, but Becky tuned them out. She couldn't bear to listen to William's explanations, couldn't bear to see him with another woman.

  

  "Mr. Edward, don't you think this is a bit sudden?" one reporter asked. "You're getting a divorce and engaging to someone else so quickly?"

  

  William's response was calm and collected. "I've made up my mind, and I'm moving forward. I'm happy with Ellen, and I think we have a future together."

  

  As William spoke, Becky felt her heart breaking. She had thought she and William had something real, something worth fighting for. But now, it seemed like it was all just a lie.

  

  The reporters continued to ask questions, but Becky had heard enough. She turned and walked away, unable to bear the sight of William and his new fiancée.

  

  As she disappeared into the crowd, Becky felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She knew she had to get out of there, away from the cameras and the reporters before they could notice her. She needed to find a way to process what had just happened and figure out what she was going to do next.

  

  Becky rushed into a room in the building, slamming the door shut behind her. She leaned against the door, her body shaking with sobs as she let out all the tears she had been holding back. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces, and she couldn't believe the pain she was feeling.

  

  As she cried, she heard a knock on the door. "The room is occupied," she said, her voice shaking.

  

  But the knock continued, persistent and insistent. Becky wiped her tears away, her eyes red and puffy. She opened the door to see William standing there, a look of expectation on his face.

  

  "Can I come in?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

  

  Before Becky could reply, William pushed past her and entered the room. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to the gala?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

  

  Becky's anger boiled over, and she slapped him hard across his face. "You disgust me," she spat, her voice venomous.

  

  William's expression didn't change, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I'm just here to discuss the divorce," he said, pulling out a paper from his pocket along with a biro.

  

  "Sign this, and we can finalize everything," he said, holding out the paper.

  

  Becky's eyes widened in anger. "You think it's that simple?" she asked, her voice rising. "You think I can just sign a piece of paper and forget about the three years we spent together?"

  

  William shrugged. "It's just a formality," he said. "We've been over for a long time. It's time to move on."

  

  Becky felt a surge of hatred towards him. She had never seen him like this before, cold and calculating. It was like he had no heart, no emotions.

  

  "You've changed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're not the man I fell in love with."

  

  William's expression didn't change. "I've just realized what I want," he said. "And what I want is to be with Ellen."

  

  Becky's anger boiled over again. "You're going to regret this," she said, her voice venomous. "You're going to regret throwing away our marriage for someone else."

  

  William's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze cold and unyielding. "I don't think so," he said. "Now, are you going to sign the papers or not?"

  

  Becky's hand trembled with rage as she looked at the paper. She knew she couldn't sign it, not now. She needed time to think, to process everything that had happened.

  

  "No," she said, her voice firm. "I'm not signing anything until I've spoken to my lawyer."

  

  William's expression didn't change, but Becky saw a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. "Fine," he said. "Do what you want. But know that this will only drag out the inevitable."

  

  With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Becky standing alone, her heart heavy with sorrow and anger.