Divorced By My Cold Husband, I Returned As A CEO
“Sign here,” he said calmly, but firm.
He pushed the divorce papers across the table.
The young, gentle-looking woman across from him froze. She slowly picked them up, staring in disbelief. She had never imagined that this marriage would come to an end.
Gathering what little strength she had left, she asked in a broken voice, as if the papers could magically turn from divorce papers into a land title,
“What’s this, Victor?”
Victor clenched his fingers tightly.
“Look, Elara,” he said, lifting his gaze to meet hers straight, emotionless.