All Chapters of Vacant by Choice: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I sat in the study and read the divorce agreement from beginning to end one more time.Everything was written clearly in black and white.In the property division section, I asked for nothing.The house he had owned before marriage would remain his. The car would remain his. His company shares had nothing to do with me.All I needed to take was my own savings.I signed my name on the agreement.Natalie Ramsey.Three years ago, I had still believed that even though this marriage began as a transaction, maybe we could still make something decent out of it.I was so stupid back then.I put the agreement into a folder and placed it on the coffee table.Then I took out my phone and opened our chat."Come home earlier today. I have something to discuss with you."About two minutes later, one word appeared beside his profile picture."Okay."I turned off my phone and tossed it onto the couch.Then I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.The kitchen was huge, wit

She answered and turned back into the kitchen.After finishing my oatmeal, I went upstairs and changed.I had made an appointment with a real estate agent today. Before I moved out of this house, I needed to find a new place to stay.The divorce agreement said I would take none of the marital assets, but that did not mean I was penniless.I had some savings from before the marriage.Over the past three years, even though I had not worked, the Whitmore family had deposited twenty thousand dollars into my account every month for living expenses. I had barely spent any of it and had saved most of it.Together, that was enough for me to rent a decent apartment and support myself for a year or so.As for what came after that, I would think about it later.The agent was a young woman with a ponytail who spoke very quickly.She showed me a two-bedroom apartment on the east side of the city, not far from downtown. The neighborhood was nice too."Ms. Ramsey, this unit has excellent na

The living room fell silent for a moment.Rosalie sat on the couch, fingers tightened around the handle of her coffee cup, staring at Adrian without blinking.Adrian looked at me. His expression did not change much.No anger, no attempt to keep me, not even surprise.He was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and took the folder."When did you draft this?""Last week."He opened the folder, took out the agreement, and read it from beginning to end.When he reached the property division section, his brows furrowed more deeply."You want nothing?""Yes.""You don't even want this house?""This was your property before marriage. It has nothing to do with me."He looked up at me, and something I could not understand flickered in his eyes."Natalie, are you throwing a tantrum?"I almost laughed.A tantrum?Only someone who still loved another person would throw a tantrum.I did not love him anymore. What tantrum was there to throw?"This isn't a tantrum."I'm seri

I turned to look at him.The line of his profile was hard, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance."These three years, I really wasn't good enough to you.""It's fine. It's all over."I lowered my head, put the divorce papers into my bag, then looked up at him."Adrian, I wish you and Rosalie happiness."He finally turned to look at me, and there was something complicated in his eyes.It was not guilt. It was not reluctance.It was more like confusion.As if he could not understand why I had walked away so decisively, so calmly, with no room left behind."You..."He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only said, "You too."I smiled and turned toward the taxi by the road."No need to drive me," I said, waving without looking back. "May we both be well from now on."I opened the taxi door, got in, and gave the driver my new address.When the car started, I glanced in the rearview mirror.Adrian was still standing there, h

I stared at the invitation for several seconds.Then I laughed.That was fast.We had only been divorced half a month, and the invitations were already printed.It seemed they had prepared everything long ago, waiting only for me, the obstacle, to move out of the way.I turned the invitation over and saw a small line printed on the back."Witness our love and share in our happiness."Love.Happiness.Coming from Adrian Whitmore, those words sounded ironic no matter how I looked at them.I placed the invitation on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch, thinking for a long time.Should I go?Logically, I should.If I did not go, it would look like I could not let go. If I went, it would make me seem generous.But truthfully, I had no interest in their wedding at all.I picked up my phone and sent Adrian a message."I received the invitation. Congratulations."This time, he replied quickly."Will you come?""Not sure. Depends on my schedule."The typing indicat