Nine months too late: After divorce by Baby Charlene

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

His lawyer walked into his office, holding the file in his hand.

He'd just finished from an important meeting where he had been absent-minded most of the time and simply wanted to go home. But his lawyer called, saying he had something important to show him. After the formalities, the advanced man dropped some documents before Kage.

"Those are the divorce papers, he announced.

Ajolt of electricity ran through Kage. His forehead crumpled as he picked it up.

"We still have five days. Why is it being submitted already?" His tone was low.

"Actually... Sylvie filed for it herself."

Now, that was the major blow. Energy drained from Kage's body as he lifted his bewildered gaze to his lawyer.

"She what?"

The man sighed. "I received them this morning and was just as shocked. Seems like she couldn't wait for us to file the divorce." Kage scoffed, his mind reeling.

His lawyer had already been processing the divorce papers and was supposed to be the one to send them to Sylvie. What he never expected was her filing for it herself.

It's been two days since the accident. Later that evening, he'd returned to the hospital as promised to check up on her, only to discover she had asked to be discharged. He had tried reaching out to her, but even her father didn't know where she was. Now, there he was, receiving divorce papers from her. Was she being serious?

From the divorce agreement, she wasn't asking for anything at all.

Angrily, he tossed the papers to the table. I'm not signing it. Not yet

So, you'll have to

for a divorce, but

flared in

might want the divorce, but she didn't have the right

Or was she

You can

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the loss

go. I'll sign them when

family had done all they could to find her, but to no avail. They began to suspect she had

furious. Wounded. Over and over, he tried reaching her on phone but couldn't. Until finally, he was left with no

did so with so much grudge

SIX WEEKS LATER

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packing her hair into a bun. Her phone was on the bed beside her, one of her staff remindin her of

done, okay? I'll be there before

difficult he can be.

The call ended.

to her lips and cheekbones,

tummy. There wasn't much difference to it

lips. Grabbing her bag,

although it wasn't the easiest thing to do, she had to get over it. Initially, she'd ran away with the intentions

a project that was supposed to boost them. Two people were sponsoring it, and

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