Chapter 50
I took Miles with me.”
Perhaps due to Jessica’s situation keeping him occupied, Wesley never called me.”
No one even asked about Miles.
That day, after leaving the old estate with my son, I went straight to a bike dealership and swiped three hundred dollars on a new motorcycle. Then, with Miles riding behind me, we headed south. Along the way, we met a group of riders and had a blast.”
Miles, after all, was only five years old. After a few joyful days together, he grew completely attached to me.”
By the time Wesley finally reached out, I was already in a remote border town in the southwest.”
“Where are you?” he asked.
“Why? Something wrong? If you’re ready to sign the divorce papers, there are two copies waiting in the study.“}
There was a moment of silence from his end before he spoke.
“Who’s the guy in your social media post?” he finally asked./
I wasn’t sure which one he meant–I had posted plenty of photos since I left.”
“The one standing behind you,” he specified.”
I scrolled through my feed and found the one he meant. A young man standing slightly tilted behind me, grinning brightly. It was just the two of us in the frame. I had wild red waves in my hair, bright red lips, wearing a biker suit–my smile was bold, carefree, and flirtatious.
“Not gonna lie,” I said, “that’s actually a pretty good photo.”
“You’re divorcing me for him, aren’t you?” His voice sharpened. “You even used Jessica as your stepping stone!“>
That made me laugh–coldly.
“Wesley, even now, you still don’t understand why I went after Jessica? All the times she provoked me–did I ever lift a hand against her before?”
“This time? You and your precious mother brought this on yourselves. Who gave you the right to trample all over me? Who gave you the right to let my son call her ‘Mom‘? Her?”
“Honestly, why am I even explaining this to you? You care so much about her, fine–sign the papers and go be happy. I’ll live my life, you live yours.”
“I won’t agree to the divorce,” he said firmly.”
“Then take some time to think it over.“}
After that, he didn’t contact me for a long time.”
A month and a half passed before he reached out again.”
He called me. “Come back. Let’s get the divorce done.“>
I shipped my bike back and flew home with Miles.
Wesley was waiting at the house. On the coffee table were the divorce papers.
“Emerie,” he said, “you can’t have custody of our son.“}]
I met his eyes, unwavering. “If you’d signed the papers back then, I might’ve agreed to give you custody. But not now.“”
“I won’t let my son grow up with that woman as his stepmother.”
Wesley didn’t back down. He even threatened, “Even if we go to court, there’s no guarantee you’ll win custody.“}
I smiled faintly.”
“Are you cutting ties with Jessica?”
He said nothing.”
“Then how can you be so sure I won’t win?“!
That quiet, confident smile on my face made him realize something–I still had leverage.”
“When did you become so…” He began, but trailed off.”
“So what? Calculating? Cruel? Wesley, you pushed me to become this way.”
“Make a choice. Jessica, or Miles.”
He took a deep breath–and chose Jessica./
3:47 PM
I couldn’t quite describe how I felt. A little heartbroken. But also… relieved.”
“Miles will need to go abroad for school,” he said.
“I’ll respect his wishes,” I replied. “If he prefers studying here, I’ll let him stay. If he wants to go abroad, I’ll go with him. Why not?”
Wesley looked at me, surprised. Maybe he finally saw what I’d been trying to tell him all along.
There was no longer even a flicker of love in my eyes.”
He picked up the divorce agreement and went upstairs. Moments later, he returned with a stamped copy.
“Sign it,” he said.
I read through the terms carefully. Aside from a cash settlement, he had given five percent of the Nexus Corporation shares to Miles. Two overseas properties were listed under my name–for Miles and me, in case he studied abroad. He also transferred two local properties to me.”
I had no objections, and I signed quickly.”
Wesley’s face darkened. “I can tell–you’re in such a hurry. Did these nine years mean nothing to you?”
“You’re not even a little sad?”
I looked at him calmly. “You think I wasn’t? There were countless nights you never saw–when I broke down, devastated.”
“Wesley, I just got through it. That’s all.”
Then I tilted my head and asked, curious, “Are you sad?”
He stared at me, his eyes filled with something deep and unreadable./
But in the end, he said nothing.”
I took one copy of the divorce papers. Since it was the weekend, we couldn’t register the divorce yet.
So I told him, “Monday. 9 AM. I’ll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau.“W
Still, he said nothing. Just raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.
I took that as his answer–and left.”
3:47 PM
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