Chapter 4

Jason stiffened before he lowered his head and stared at me in disbelief. "How much longer are you going to cause a fuss, Sienna?" he demanded.

He was right. He believed that I was just causing a fuss every time I asked for a divorce.

Every time I tried to jump from a building or slit my wrists, he thought that I was just trying to cause a scene.

After all, I would always let Diana convince me to change my mind and obediently reconcile with him in the end.

I was the only one who knew that things were different this time.

I crawled back up to my feet after the bodyguards released me.

"I don't want any jewelry, cars, or houses this time," I said. "I just want a divorce."

Jason's arm, which was wrapped around Layla, went rigid for a split second. "I won't agree to a divorce. What are you scheming this time? Are you trying to play hard to get?"

Layla had also stopped crying. "You promised me that you would give me a family, Jason," she said.

Jason fell silent for a few moments before saying, "Be good. I also made a promise to her. You will get my love while she gets a title."

Layla turned her flushed face to the side, clearly too upset to continue talking.

My heart ached painfully as I took in Jason's cautious gaze. I had already predicted that he would react like this, so I pulled out a share transfer agreement from my bag and said, "You've been wanting me to return the company's shares, right? I'll return them to you once we're divorced."

Diana grabbed me tightly and hissed, "Have you lost your mind? We agreed that those shares belong to you when we first established the company. You can reject everything else, but you'll truly have nothing to your name if you lose those shares."

I ignored her and stared at Jason. "I know that you've been caught in a bidding war with Finch Group recently. If you have these shares, your decision-making power in the company will be greater."

Jason narrowed his eyes as he remained silent. "I can agree to your request for a divorce, Sienna. But you better not have any other tricks up your sleeve."

"I'm setting myself free by letting you go, Jason," I said, staring at him. "I've grown too exhausted over the last few years."

It seemed that my words had touched a sore spot. Jason snatched the divorce agreement from me and snapped, "I'd like to see how long you'll be able to survive without Simmons Group's protection, Sienna. I'll be waiting for you to come crying back to me, begging me to marry you again."

I didn't say a single word as I watched him pen his signature on the dotted line.

"It's done! Now, get out of here!" he exclaimed, throwing the divorce agreement in my face.

I didn't make a fuss as I turned around and left.

Diana called out to me from behind. "Have you gone mad, Sienna? How will you survive without Jason? Just because I didn't talk you out of it one time, do you have to be so stubborn and actually divorce him?"

When she tried to chase after me, Jason's cold voice cut through the air.

"Forget about her. We protected her too well over the past few years. It's time for her to experience the hardships of the outside world. Only then will she realize how well we've been treating her."

I briefly halted my footsteps.

Jason had no idea that hardships didn't originally exist in my world. They were the ones who brought pain and disaster into my life.

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I returned home and began packing my belongings. I didn't take anything that was related to memories of the three of us, like our group photos from our high school days and postcards from our university days.

I only took a few clothes and my identification documents. After all, Layla's things were scattered all over the house, while I barely had anything that truly belonged to me.

Fortunately, that meant that I was able to finish packing in record time.

There was already someone waiting for me when I headed to the airport with my suitcase in tow.

"You've been a big help to Mr. Finch this time, Ms. Irving. He has already arranged the next part of your itinerary for you. Don't worry. Jason will never be able to find you for the rest of his life as long as you don't want him to."

I nodded at the man. I then switched off my phone, turned around, and boarded Hunter Finch's private jet.

When the plane landed two hours later, my phone was bombarded with a barrage of messages and missed calls.