Look My Way

I walked into the lawyer's office with the divorce papers in my hand. The lawyer across from me glanced over with barely any interest, not really seeing me as a potential client.

He wore a tailored suit and polished shoes, while I was in a simple knee-length skirt and a knit top. Perhaps I looked too much like a student.

"Is this divorce agreement valid? Do I just need you to stamp it and then have my husband sign it for it to be official?" I asked.

The lawyer frowned, as if surprised I was already married. He then lowered his head to take a closer look at the papers I had handed over. "There's no problem with this agreement..."

Hearing his answer, I let out a sigh of relief. Zayne Ford, please just let our marriage quietly come to an end.

When I took the papers back to the Ford Residence, the security guards at the gate still ignored me as usual, almost as if I were invisible.

Not surprising, since they had never received any word from Zayne about his wife. Maybe they thought I was just some poor student he was sponsoring.

In the manor, no one treated me as the lady of the house besides Zayne himself.

To Zayne, maybe I didn't even count as his wife.

I pushed open the door to the study and was surprised to see Jane Dunn there. She was sitting on the couch with Zayne, who was offering her a cracker topped with caviar, and Jane happily opened her mouth to eat it. The two of them shared a smile afterward.

Caviar… Zayne used to hate its taste. He never allowed it in the house, and definitely not in his study. That was the rule when we first got married. But now, Jane was eating his least favorite food, right in a place as important as his study. Did this mean Jane was more important to him than me?

I had known about their relationship for a month, but it still hurt to be pushed aside again. I swallowed my bitterness and tried to act normal.

"Zayne, this is the school's medical check-up form. Can you sign it?" I said as I walked straight to the desk and put the school notice on top, slipping the divorce papers underneath, with just a corner peeking out as I handed it over.

Jane noticed me and stood up with a bright smile, greeting me cheerfully. "Wendy, you're back? Zayne and I were just talking about what to have for dinner. Want to join us?"

She smiled, holding onto Zayne's arm, almost as though she was showing off in front of me.

Zayne glanced over the documents, and he was about to read them more closely, but Jane laughed and said, "It's just a check-up form, what's there to look at? You're so strict with her… You don't feel like her husband at all and more like a strict big brother!"

Hearing that, Zayne set down the papers and signed his name. "Really? I'm not that serious a person."

As Zayne put the pen down, my heart pounded. Trying to hide my excitement, I quickly folded up the documents and slipped them into my bag.

"Thanks," I replied softly, not looking at him, then turned and hurried out of the study.

My fingers were trembling, my heart racing.

He had finally signed the paper.

I was finally free from this marriage, free from him.

My marriage to Zayne had been a mistake from the very beginning.

My father was the driver of Grant Ford, Zayne's grandfather. During an ambush by a business rival, he had saved Grant but lost his own life, and so, I was taken in by the Ford family. After Grant died ten years ago, I lived with Zayne.

Zayne was ten years older than me, and he had always been serious and reserved, and even more ruthless in business. Anyone who dealt with him was impressed by his sharp mind.

I always saw him as an older brother.

I admired him and even liked him, but I never told anyone that. I simply kept that love to myself.

There was barely any bond between us until that family banquet, when he got drunk and wandered into my room. And then, things had happened between us. He was willing to take responsibility for what happened, so we got married.

I thought marriage would be the start of happiness, but it turned out to be just a fleeting illusion.

After Jane came back from abroad, Zayne grew colder and more distant.

Now, I could finally end this marriage and regain my freedom.

Clutching the signed papers in my hands, I felt as if I was holding the key to my own freedom.