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Chapter 112

Sarah took the thick stack of papers in her hand. Her fingers Brushed against the crisp edges, but she felt nothing. The ink on the front page eremed bold, almost aggressive in its declaration.

**Divorce Decreek

Her gaze settled on the first line.

**Arnold White requests full custody of Alex White. **

Her chest tightened, but the pain was distant–like watching a storm from behind a glass window.

She blinked slowly, then flipped through the rest. Pages and pages filled with legal jargon, all concerning

the division of assets. A cold, calculated strategy.

Sarah had come to inquire about the progress of their divorce, and Arnold had saved her a lot of trouble by offering to hand her the divorce contract.

She let out a short, quiet breath and flipped the document shut. Without reading further, she placed it back on the table with an air of indifference.

“I have no objections,” she said, her voice smooth, detached.

She reached into her handbag, her fingers grazing past lipstick and tissues before closing around a pen. With a steady hand, she prepared to sign.

Across the table, Arnold’s brows furrowed. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but

chose not to.

Charles, sitting nearby, was even more shocked. He had witnessed Sarah’s unwavering devotion to Arnold for years. He had seen her endure humiliation, disappointment, and heartbreak–all for the sake of this marriage. He had imagined that when she saw this document, she would erupt in fury, her emotions spilling over like a dam finally breaking. He had expected her to cry, to shout, to beg Arnold to

reconsider.

But instead, she was… calm.

Too calm.

studied her face, searching for a crack in the façade. Her long lashes didn’t

didn’t make

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Charles saw it.

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of weakness.

act, after all. This was the real Sarah–the woman who loved

down and said lightly, “I’ll have a lawyer review it first.”

The room stilled.

expression darkened. “Why?”

tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into something almost resembling

there are no loopholes. Especially concerning the shares.”

my hands on the divorce papers, or did you want something

want. It’s

Linda.

air like an unsaid accusation.

stiffened. He wasn’t stupid–he understood what she was implying.

possibility that she might try

no interest in fighting Arnold. But she wasn’t going to let Linda

could respond, a soft knock

Luna.“ A maid’s voice came from the doorway. “The old lady wants

attend dinner.”

neatly. Without another word, she turned and

door shut behind her, Charles let out a

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he asked, turning to Arnold. “She didn’t

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