The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 37

Chapter 37: The Divorce.

Anya was not sure how slie had gotten up that night, but by morning, she had to prepare for her mother's funeral holding in the afternoon. As time approached, she dressed in all black and went downstairs, just in time for a guest to arrive. "Mr. Kent," she greeted the man. He was the one who had drafted she and Daniel's prenuptial

agreement.

"Please sit," she offered, but he refused.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Shaw; I came on behalf of my client, Daniel Shaw, to serve you these documents," he said, handing her the documents in his hand.

Anya took them and had a look. The moment she saw that it was a divorce agreement, she paused, then sighed tiredly. She had always known this day would come. She was the one who had proposed that they divorce. She had always thought she would feel pain when she finally saw the document, but as she stared at the papers in her hand, she felt nothing.

Anya stared at the paper in her hand as though it were no different from toilet paper. She had always known they would have to divorce eventually. But she had never thought that Daniel would deliver such a blow on a day such as this. She almost wanted to laugh. Was this the marriage she had wanted with all her might?

"I have added the transfer of your accepts inherited from late Mr. Shaw to the agreement. When you both divorce, you will be handing everything over to Mr. Shaw as alimony. You can read it through with a lawyer and have us meet," he started to s say.

"Do you have a pen?" She asked, and he paused, then nodded before fishing a pen from his bag and handing it to her.

Anya felt like a joke. She was obviously the poorer party, yet in her divorce documents, she was the one paying alimony. Chapter 37. The Divorce

"You should read that first," Mr. Kent advised her when he saw her start to sign the last page.

"It's fine. We have a prep. I do not have a say on how this marriage ends," she seemed to whisper as she signed her name before handing them back to him.

pain when they finally separated. But for her, there was nothing to feel. She had loved this man for two years, but at this.

be done! contact him. When the certificates are ready, please send

her

side.

She was an attentive maid; she already suspected what had happened when she saw Anya's black dress. "Is today the funeral?"

She did not know there was a maid who

she wanted to be cremated quickly," Anya answered. Mrs. J. hnson then recalled why

came.

main house called. They said you should come back with Mr. Shaw for Mr. Shaw's birthday in five days," she said, and Anya

have just signed the divorce papers,"

Cupé 3? The Divorce,

her voice cracked

much about me," Anya said softly. She knew Mrs. Johnson felt bad for her. But she did

nodded. Anya did not want to rely on anyone, but she felt she needed to leave this house quickly. She still had to handle Stella's funeral, so she asked Mr. Johnson this favor. "Of course,"

day, Anya went through with the procedures for her mother's cremation solemnly. As she was the only one to attend her mother's funeral, the process

the urn containing her mother's ashes. Tired and

was high in the sky started to recede slowly! After taking a breather, she took a taxi and returned to the Shaw mansion. By the time she returned, it was evening. She entered the house, noticing that the staff

condolences, all of which she accepted with a small smile before strolling

packed for her. She went through to make sure that she had gotten everything. When she saw that Mrs. Johnson had also packed

no one would mind her taking them, she wanted nothing from this family. They would remind her too much of her past back here.

she found all the