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"Boss, here's the divorce agreement from your wife."

"Where is she?"

"She left with the baby in her belly!"

It was Valentine’s Day—a day for love—but ironically, Sophia and John were about to get divorced. Couples crowded before the marriage registration counter, a stark contrast to the one for divorce. Sophia peered at the counter for a while and smiled bitterly. Well, at least we don’t have to queue up. It’s a good day to get divorced, in a way.

John took a while to arrive, and Sophia saw him right when he entered. Sophia felt smug, for even though she wasn’t the one who proposed the divorce, at least she didn’t cling onto him. Instead, she was even happy to cooperate at this point. No matter how she looked at it, at least her dignity was still intact.

John came over to her and frowned. “How long have you been here?”

“Quite a while now. I didn’t expect you to be late.” Sophia smiled.

John grunted. “An emergency meeting came up, so I got delayed.”

“Let’s go, then. There’s no line here.” Sophia nodded.

They had signed the divorce agreement, and John was generous enough to provide her with enough alimony as well as some shares of the company. He had also given her some of his properties too. Since they were childless, there were no arguments in this area, so the process went without a hitch.

When their marriage certificate was taken away and replaced by a divorce certificate, Sophia stared at it for a while and fell into a trance. This is it, huh? As fast as the day we were here for our marriage certificate. Marriage and divorces were easy, but love wasn’t. Sophia knew John had never loved her, so when he proposed the divorce, it only took her a moment to agree. No point trying to grab onto someone who doesn’t love you. She wasn’t that type of woman.

John stared at the divorce certificate for a long while, then he stood up and looked at her. “It’s lunchtime, so let’s grab a bite.”

Sophia paused and gave him a smile. “Sure. Let’s have our breakup meal.” John peered at her before leaving, while Sophia heaved a sigh before following him out.

They went to a five-star restaurant, and Sophia had to admit that this breakup meal was lavish. Sophia was unsettled about the divorce, but she didn’t want to show it explicitly. There was, of course, another way to do that, so after taking the menu, she stared at the prices, then said, “It’s your treat, right?”

His head lowered, John took out a box of cigarettes and pulled a cigarette out. “I gave you a ton of cash, and you can’t even treat me to one meal?”

Sophia snorted. “Of course, I can’t. I have no job, no skills, and no income stream, so I have to save whenever I can.”

John held his cigarette in his mouth. “The dividend I pay you every month should be enough for your expenses.”

“Just tell me whether it’s your treat.” Sophia looked up at him.

“It is.” He grinned. “Mind if I do it?” He arched his eyebrow.

He was referring to him smoking, and Sophia looked at his cigarette. He never smoked in front of me. Wow, does he change quickly, and it hadn’t been two seconds since we got divorced. She retracted her gaze and looked at the menu. “No, I don’t.” Then, Sophia turned to the waitress. “Give me all of the most expensive stuff here.”

The waiter was shocked. “Are you sure? There’s a lot of them.”

John was lighting up his cigarette, and he didn’t even glance at what Sophia ordered. “Yes, so get going.”

The waiter smiled awkwardly. “Of course. Do please give us some time to prepare.”

John smoked deep, then he puffed it out. He gazed at Sophia for a quiet while before asking, “You haven’t asked me why I wanted this divorce.”

The question took her by surprise, but she smiled. “I don’t really want to ask. You must have been dying to get this divorce, and I could feel it.” Sophia was already prepared for this ever since they were married. She knew their married days were numbered, but it came a bit quicker than she’d imagined. It hadn’t even been two months since Old Mr. Constance’s passing, and John was already getting the divorce.

John was surprised by her answer, but only for a moment, then he snorted. The lack of explanation made Sophia think she hit the bullseye. John puffed a few more times and put out the remainder of his cigarette in the ashtray. Instead of continuing the topic, he asked, “What’s your plan now?”

Sophia pondered. “Plans? Nothing for now. I just want to go around for some sightseeing.” She was worried about what would happen after the divorce, for everyone would laugh at her, especially when the reason she was married to him in the first place was rooted in superstition.

She was married off to the Constance Family as a ward. Old Mr. Constance was declining, so he forced John to marry her in a desperate attempt to bring luck and overturn his condition. Sophia remembered that John was unwilling to do this, but because he was fettered by his morality and familial ties, it was impossible for him to reject this outright.

John resigned to his position and married her reluctantly. A human ward was superstition, of course, and in the end, all it did was delight Old Mr. Constance, but it didn’t help with his condition. He suffered a lot longer than he had to, and in the end, he passed anyway. It hadn’t been a year since then, so Sophia could imagine the mockery she had to endure. Going into hiding is a good idea. She looked down at her glass of water. “I’ll come back in a couple of months to pay my respects.”

John thought about it. “Call Zack if you need anything. He can help you.” Zack was John’s assistant who had been working for John for a long time now. He was responsible for all of John’s work-related matters and the occasional personal matter.

Sophia didn’t refuse his offer. “Okay, then. I won’t be holding back.” When the cuisines were served, Sophia dug in without a care. She didn’t say anything, for she didn’t know what to say. They didn’t communicate much in their short-lived marriage, aside from the occasional after-dark fun on the bed. Now that they were divorced, the gap between them became a chasm, and they had even fewer shared topics.

John didn’t seem to have much appetite, so he stopped after a few bites, but Sophia ignored him and kept on eating. The impulsive order earlier came to bite her in the back, for it was too much for her. Sophia couldn’t take another bite after only having half of the food. She leaned back on the chair and rang for the waiter. When he came, she pointed at the food. “Pack all of these for me.”

All those who had their meals in this hotel were famous figures, so it was rare for someone to pack their food up. The waiter was surprised about this request, but John said, “Pack it up.”

“Of course. Please give me a minute.” The waiter felt awkward.

When the waiter went to take the packing box, John stared at Sophia, much to her discomfort. “What? Did I embarrass you?”

John snorted and didn’t answer that. Instead, he asked, “I never asked you this, but why did you marry me in the first place?”

Sophia blinked. “Because you’re rich.” Before he could say anything, she added, “But then I thought there are a lot of people who are richer than you.”

John arched an eyebrow. “Is that why you agreed to the divorce so readily?”

To that, Sophia only replied with a smile. The waiter then came back and packed up their food. After that, she took the boxes and left with John. John had to go somewhere else, so he hailed a ride for Sophia. After entering the taxi, through the car window, she asked, “What about you?”

“What about me?” John frowned.

“Why did you marry me in the first place?” she asked.

He looked at her calmly. “Because you’re pretty.” However, before she could laugh, he added, “But then I realized there are a lot of women prettier than you.”

John glanced at her for a moment, then he left, leaving her alone with a frozen smile on her face. He’s petty alright. Can’t even take a little hit.

Sophia went back to her place that John gave her, which she had been staying for the past few days. The design was exquisite, but it wasn’t lively. After coming back, Sophia kept all the food in the fridge, then she went back to her room.

As she lay on her bed, Sophia took out the divorce certificate. When they went to take their wedding certificate, none of them smiled, and both had a long face. Today, she smiled brightly in her divorce papers’ photo.

However, unbeknownst to anyone, she was happy when they were married, and that was only rivaled by her reluctance to be divorced. She covered her face with the divorce papers and hid her tearful self away, as if that could cover her sadness up. Just like that, she lay in her bed until the afternoon.

She then texted Zack, asking him if he was busy, and then he called her. “Did you two really get divorced?” he asked.

Sophia looked at the crimson paper. “Yeah, we did. It’s still warm to the touch, the paper. Do you need a photo?”

“No need for that.” Zack sighed. “I’ve never seen you guys fight, so why did this happen?”

Sophia smiled. “I didn’t propose this. You should ask your boss.”

“I ain’t that brave,” Zack quickly said. John had always been aloof, so even though Zack had worked for him for years, he was still scared of his boss. On the other hand, even though Sophia was his wife and on the same level as John, Zack could gossip with her and even tease her at times. Not only was Zack not afraid of her, but he would throw the occasional witty remarks at her as well.

Sophia sighed. “I called you because I have something to say. John told me to call you whenever I needed help.”

Zack was fine with this. “Sure. Tell me if you need anything.”

“I want to go on a trip, so can you pick a spot for me? And book the flight tickets as well as the hotel as soon as possible. The duration? Yeah, I don’t care about that. Right now, I have nothing but time and money. John gave me loads of money just so he can get divorced.”

Zack paused before asking, “Anywhere is fine?”

“No. Make sure it’s pretty and filled with hunks. You can’t be thinking of throwing me into the wilds,” she grumbled.

Zack laughed. “Sure. I’ll take a look and make the arrangements.”

Sophia wasn’t in a good mood, so she hung up after finishing her business. After spacing out for a moment, she went outside. She would have eaten if she could, but lunch filled her up and then some.

Ever the happy girl, Sophia stood in the living room, trying to come up with an idea of how people let loose after a divorce, but her mindstorm didn’t give her anything. Sophia had no relatives or friends, so she had nobody to pour her heart out to. Left with no choice, she Googled it, and it showed her tons of answers.

Sophia clicked into the first link and thought the advice of getting drunk sounded fine. At least it was better than going for one night stands. Even though the divorce saddened her, she wasn’t going to fall this hard. Nobody’s worth that.

That night, Sophia did some charming makeup. During her days in the Constance Residence, a lot of people disliked her because she was a normie, and the reason for her marriage was ridiculous, so she led a careful life. Thanks to that, a smoky makeup now was enough to make her feel reborn. She chose a slightly sexy dress and looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her look. Then she hailed a ride and went to the biggest bar in town.

The bar was huge, enough for it to be split into a few sections across the different levels. There was a dance floor in the common area, and it was filled with customers there. Sophia looked around and saw a business area in a corner, which dissuaded her from going. Everything there is about business. Boring with a capital B.

Sophia went to an empty seat in the common area and sat down. When the waiter came to take her order, she called for two bottles of wine and a fruit platter. Then she leaned back on the sofa and sipped her wine while watching the other patrons dance. The light was glaring, and it blurred her vision, but Sophia could see that they were happy.

A moment later, she smiled. Sophia was richer than them, so of course she was happy. Then she called the waiter over to order a few snack platters. With the money John gave her and the dividends every month, she could live her life without working for a day.

After she had a bottle of beer, someone came to hit on her. She was good-looking, and she was alone, so anyone would come for her.

The man sat before her. “Alone?” Sophia squinted at him. The man was in a casual tee, and he looked decent.

Sophia knew everyone who came here was in search of fun, and they were pretty much open to anything. Instead of answering, she toasted that man and downed her wine, then the man responded in kind. She smiled at him and put her glass down, then he refilled it quickly.

At least that cheered her up a bit. She was confident in her looks, so if nobody came to hit on her after a whole night, it would impact her greatly.

Even so, she fell into a trance, thinking about what John might be doing. They were finally divorced, so she thought he might find someone to celebrate. That idea worsened her mood, so she added more booze.

At the same time, John was in a room in the business section of the bar. There was a meetup today, but it wasn’t a formal one. It was an interested collaborator whose overseas market was doing well. The Constance Family wanted to penetrate the overseas market, so if he could work with this guy, it would make that journey that bit easier. More importantly, the collaborator invited John out himself, so he wouldn’t refuse.

The collaborator was a middle-aged man who seemed to be a regular here, but after making a token conversation about the collaboration, this man called a lot of ladies into the room. John disliked this borderline sexual activity, for he would always think about hypocrites who eschewed this openly but indulged in it secretly. Even so, he forced himself to have a few glasses of wine.

Mr. Wolfe grinned. “You seem to be unaccustomed, Mr. Constance.”

“I don’t really come here a lot.” John smiled.

Mr. Wolfe swirled his glass, hinting at something. “Have some wine, and it might cure that.”

John smiled and toasted Mr. Wolfe. This red wine was brought by him, and it tasted dry, but not inedible. John wondered what brand of wine this was, for it didn’t taste too well. After drinking two glasses, he leaned back on the sofa and nudged back, pushing the lady in his embrace away.

John wasn’t in the mood to do anything today, for he was haunted by a feeling of frustration ever since he had lunch with Sophia. When he was back in his office, he didn’t read the documents he was supposed to either, and what his grandfather told him before his passing rang in his mind. He told John to take care of Sophia, to which John agreed, but in the end, they still got divorced.

He heaved a sigh. This divorce was going to happen one way or another, so he didn’t regret it. Ever since they were married, he was looking forward to this day, for it wasn’t his idea to marry Sophia. He felt guilty though, toward his late grandfather.

A few more glasses of wine later, John became more frustrated. He felt uneasy for some reason, and in his confusion, John thought about Sophia, but not about the divorce. Instead, he was taken back to many nights ago when Sophia was taking his pounding. He quickly shut his eyes and started sweating. I think I know what’s wrong with me.

Mr. Wolfe was in the mood now, so he caressed the lady’s hand. “Why don’t we go somewhere else?”

John slowly opened his eyes and smiled. “Sure.”

Even though he wasn’t in his best condition, John had to be composed. Luckily, it was cooler outside, so it eased John up a bit. After exiting the room, he texted the driver, asking him to come over quickly.

Mr. Wolfe was ahead of him, holding a woman in his arms. Buoyed by the atmosphere, he even hummed. They went past the dance floor after exiting the business section, and they were just in time for the climax of the night. The spectators were buzzing with excitement, for the dancers were starting to strip, much to Mr. Wolfe’s interest. “Well, they do know how to throw a party.” He smacked his lips.

John looked at the dance floor, but then he looked further ahead and saw Sophia chatting with another man behind the dance floor. He had to squint to recognize her, for Sophia looked totally different with her getup today.

He stared at her for a long while, but she didn’t notice him. It had been a few glasses of booze since then, so she was tipsy, but not drunk.

Her unfocused eyes didn’t escape the man before her, so he went to sit down beside her. “Are you drunk?”

“No.” Sophia smiled. She could still remember the things she wanted to forget, so she wasn’t drunk.

The man put his hand on her leg. “Why don’t I bring you somewhere to sober up?”

She looked down at his hand before staring up into his face, then she shook her head. “No.” No matter how she looked at him, John was leagues ahead of this man. Thanks to him, she wondered if she could fall for any other man after their relationship had ended.

Oblivious to her thoughts, the man tried to hold her face. “Let’s go. I’ll bring you somewhere fun.”

However, before he could touch her face, someone grabbed his hand. I must be hearing things, Sophia thought. “You never think before you leap, don’t you?” John mocked. John? She slowly looked up, and even though her vision was blurred, she could still see his face clearly. John was still as aloof as ever, but now he was scoffing at her.

Everything after Sophia came out of the bar was a blank for her. It wasn’t after she puked did things become clearer to her. She took the glass of water John gave her and gurgled before standing up, the fog in her mind cleared. “God, that felt better.”

John was leaning against his car as he lit his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar. “Get in right now if you’re feeling better. I’m leaving,” he hissed. The night might be cool, and it might have eased his frustration, but it was still there.

Sophia leaped up, shocked. “John? Why are you here?”

John puffed and frowned. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have been sleeping with a random guy.”

Sophia stood up and looked around, noticing that she was at her home’s doorstep. She looked at John. “So you went to the bar earlier? Were you the one who brought me back?”

John said nothing. He wanted to ask his driver to send her home, but with how drunk she was, John’s driver was worried something might spiral out of control, so John had to do this himself.

Sophia was less than thrilled. So this guy went to celebrate after all. Her anger was fueled further by the alcohol she drank, so Sophia went ahead and leaned against him, smirking. “So, were you trying to catch a fling too?”

John noticed what she was trying to say, and he looked into her eyes. “Too?”

Sophia smiled, and she was all the sexier for her makeup. John had taken off his jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath. She never used to be this daring, but now Sophia was tugging at John’s belt, her tone suggestive. “You messed up my fling, so what now?” Then, she started pulling out his tucked-in shirt.

He quickly held her hand and looked at her. Now the alcohol was working its magic, fueling his flame of lust that had abated earlier. He took a deep breath and gazed at her. “Do you know what you’re doing, Sophia?”

Sophia chuckled. “Of course, I do. Why? Don’t you?”

After a while, John smiled. He tossed his unfinished cigarette away and cupped her chin. “Were you going out with a fling in mind today?”

As Sophia gazed at him, the feeling of dejection sprang up within her again. She loved this man for a long time now, but even though they were married, he still ran away from her in the end. She had nothing to lose now, so Sophia stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips. “Yeah. Why else?”

It was only a split second later, and John held her in his arms. “Great. You’ll be getting what you came for.” Sophia gasped and held his neck, while he strode into the house. It was fingerprint-locked, but luckily Sophia didn’t delete his identification data, so with one hand holding her, John unlocked the door and went inside.

Everything after that was a blur for her, but when they were about to get down to things in the bedroom, she suddenly pinned him down. There was a burning question in her heart which she longed the answer for. “Have you cheated on me when we were married, John?”

“No.” He lay on the bed, his gaze deep, his voice hoarse.

Satisfied, she quickly went ahead with the main event, but she wasn’t really great at this sort of thing, so she grunted, feeling defeated. She didn’t know how she should continue with this, but luckily, John took the reins.

We just got divorced today, and now we do this? Is this really a good idea? Not that we’re stopping anyway though. Under the influence of alcohol, Sophia drifted to sleep, but John stayed awake. He looked up at the ceiling in the dark, his eyes sunken.

A while later, she turned around and moved around like she used to do. After finding where John was, she leaned closer to hug him before resuming her sleep. John didn’t move, but he started to frown. A moment later, he pushed her away and went to take his phone to call Zack. After the call went through, he said, “I want you to look into the deal with Focker. See if he spiked the wine he brought today.”

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