Secret of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife
I tore open the seal, pulled out the documents, and began to read.
It was, without a doubt, the simplest divorce agreement I had ever seen. There were no disputes over assets, no liabilities entangling us, no financial claims from her side. Just a name, an ID card number, and a signature. On her side, the name ‘Sophia Reed’ was signed in a neat, confident hand.
I stared at it for a long moment, feeling a strange disconnect. I had married her. *Sophia*. But even now, sitting here with her name in front of me, I couldn’t picture her face. I had never really cared enough to try.
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