Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 478

Everett's grip on the pen tightened as he signed the divorce papers, the pen's tip cutting through the paper with a heavy stroke. In an instant, he masked his momentary lapse with a stoic expression, as if nothing had happened.

"If she wants this divorce so badly, even at the cost of abandoning our kids, then I'll give her what she wants!" he declared. Everett wasn't the type to hang on to someone who didn't want him.

Alex was stunned. She knew Everett had never seriously considered divorce before, and it was obvious he was acting out of anger now. Still, she felt compelled to say, "Mr. Everett, are you sure you don't want to reconsider...?"

Before she could finish, he cut her off with a cold, "Out!" The command was sharp and left no room for argument.

Alex felt a shiver run down her legs, understanding it was best to stay silent. "Understood," she murmured before leaving the room.

Maybe it was better this way, she thought. Still, it seemed like everything Everett said now was the opposite of what he truly felt.

That night, Everett had his driver take him back to Moon Bay. Once there, he lingered by the car, staring at the dark silhouette of his home. No one would be inside, waiting for him with the lights on anymore.

A dull ache hit his chest, but he forced it down. The woman who walked away—there was no use longing for her.

He pulled out a cigarette, ignoring the driver's disapproval, and took a deep drag. The nicotine burned his lungs, a sharp reminder that he was still alive.

The cold wind tugged at his shirt, his frame seemed leaner, as if he might just drift away with the breeze. After finishing the cigarette, he stomped it out and walked inside with long strides.

The house was immaculate, thanks to the housekeepers, but it felt eerily colder than the outside, devoid of any life.

Alex decided to lock away the jewelry and valuables, and put the everyday items in a small box, which she brought downstairs.

She set the box on the coffee table and asked Everett again, "Mr. Everett, are you sure you want to get rid of all of Mrs. Everett's things?"

It was one thing to throw them away in anger, but another to regret it later and ask her to chase the trash truck!

Everett frowned, his patience thinning. "Alex, you’ve been talking too much lately."

Alex forced a smile, "Right away, Mr. Everett, I'll handle it."