Chapter 2: The Divorce Paper

Agata’s P.O.V

“Agata, are you okay?” Edward asked as he laid on the bed next to me. I hid all the pain and hysteria within me and put on a fake smile.

“Yes, I’m fine, why?” I asked him, trying my best to cover the hatred I was feeling for him.

“Nothing, it’s just, your eyes look a bit swollen, as if you had just cried.” He responded as he reached out his hand to touch my eyes.

I immediately backed away from him and flinched in disgust. Realizing what I had just done, a frown appeared on his face.

“Is something wrong? Why are you leaning away from me?” Edward asked with a look of concern on his face.

If I had not found out the truth earlier, I would think he was genuinely concerned for me.

However, now I realized he was just acting. He needed to be nice and gentle to me until the birth of our son.

After that, he was planning to discard me like trash.

“No, I’m just feeling a bit sick. I’m sure I’ll be fine again tomorrow.” I reassured him. Edward was a clever man, I was not sure he would fall for it. He continued observing my face for a few seconds before sighing.

“Fine, but I am asking the nanny to brew you some pregnancy tonic tomorrow. You need to be healthy, you’re carrying our baby, after all.” He reminded me.

From an outsider’s perspective, he was a concerned husband and father, but to me, he was just worried about his son, he never cared for me at all.

I forced myself to smile and nodded.

“I understand, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of our son.” I replied. He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I had to pretend everything was fine and accepted his kiss.

It felt disgusting, especially when I remembered he used the same lips to kiss Veronica earlier. But I needed to keep up the act, at least until I was out of the house.

You might wonder why I had to pretend that everything was fine. The reason’s simple. I was powerless.

Edward was a billionaire and I was a nobody who could only rely on him for money and power. If I casually declared I wanted to divorce him and fought him at the court, I would surely lose.

Who knew what he would do if he realized I knew everything. He might turn cold and kept me here as a prisoner.

So, while he was still willing to act and put on the “good husband” façade, I would also pretend to know nothing.

Until I find the perfect time and situation to escape this hell.

The next morning, while me and Edward were having breakfast, he was constantly glancing at his phone and continued texting someone.

“You have never used your phone during meal time before, is there anything important?” I asked him.

He put down his phone with the screen facing down and looked at me.

“Today, I have an important business flight, I might not be home for a couple of days.” I raised my brow.

“Oh, really? Who are you going with?” I asked him.

“Just my assistant, you know him.” He replied casually as he took a bit of his omelette.

I knew right away he was lying. In the past I would have trusted his words blindly with no discernment, but the naïve Agata died last night.

I knew he was going a trip with Veronica.

This bastard, even until now he was still lying to me.

“Okay, then have a safe trip.” I replied to him.

“I will and I’ll also get you some gifts from there.” He added before standing up and walking over to me. Edward kissed my forehead like he always did before leaving from work, holding back my disgust.

 I watched as his figure disappeared from the door and clenched my fist.

“Both of us are leaving today, Edward. The difference is, you’d never see me again.” I murmured underneath my breath.

Once Edward has left for his ‘business trip’, I went to our bedroom and started packing my belongings. I made sure to pack all the important documents with me and left behind the credit cards he had given me, only carrying a debit and credit card that Edward had no access to.

I also went to the store briefly and bought a new phone and number and redirected all the banking information I had to the new number and deleted all my social media accounts without informing anyone else. I made sure he would have no way of tracking me in the future.

I made sure to do everything discreetly so that no one would find out I was planning this escape and informing Edward. This house had several staffs. Most of them were not nosy, but there was one I had to watch out for.

Darren Martin. He was the household’s butler with some military background. This man was sharp. He was definitely sharper than Edward in many cases.

He did not ask any questions when I was heading to the store because I normally went out during the day anyway, but bumping into him on my way out with a suitcase in my hand would be problematic.

So, I planned to wait until midnight, when the house was quieter and most of the staffs have left the residence. The less eyes watching me move, the better.

I looked at my phone, it was almost midnight. Before I left, I sat down on the vanity table in my room and ripped a paper from my notebook and started writing a note.

“Dear Edward,

I know about your affair with Veronica.

And I know you have never loved me.

You’re just using me to produce an heir.

But I am not your cattle. I will not let myself be used.

So, I am leaving and you will never see me again.

At one point, I truly loved you.

But now, I am divorcing you and taking our son with me.

Goodbye Edward,

Agata Rochelle Wellington.”

It was a simple and straight forward letter, yet my tears still ran down on my cheek and dropped onto the paper.

I knew I shouldn’t be so emotional, but it was not an easy decision to leave a man who I thought I would build a whole future with.

But I needed to be strong, I needed to be strong for my son.

I folded the paper and insert it to a brown envelope and sealed it. I wrote ‘for Edward’ on the front cover and placed it on top of our bed.

Before I left the room, I took one last glance to the bedroom we once shared together. The illusion ended that night. I would never return there again.

I dragged my suitcase across the living room and right before I was able to touch the front door, a man’s voice appeared from behind me.

“Where are you going so late at night?”