Divorce you and marry him novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Samantha nestled against Nicholas, her voice soft and coquettish: “Nick, it was all thanks to you protecting me this time. Otherwise, I really would have been sent to that terrible place…”

She paused, then glanced up at his expression. “Katie… will she hate me for this?”

Nicholas seemed distracted, gazing at the gray, overcast sky outside the window, a vague sense of unease stirring in his chest.

He forced a faint smile. “Katie is generous. She won’t. When we get home, I’ll make it up to her properly.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.

“Mr. Padilla! Mr. Padilla!” His personal bodyguard, Darian, rushed in through the rain, his face gripped by a panic never seen before, water still dripping from his hair.

Nicholas’s heart lurched violently as he shot to his feet. “What has you so alarmed? Is it Katie… has her condition worsened?”

Darian shook his head and handed over a sealed envelope with both hands, his voice taut. “It’s from the courthouse. Mrs. Padilla… she has divorced you.”

“What?” Nicholas’s pupils shrank abruptly as he snatched the envelope, his fingers trembling.

He tore open the seal and pulled out the thin sheet of paper inside.

On it was Katherine’s elegant signature, delicate yet forceful.

And serving as the evidence was the divorce agreement he had signed three years ago while drunk, scrawling his name without a thought-.

The handwriting was sloppy, yet unmistakably his.

He had tossed it aside back then and long forgotten it, never imagining she would quietly keep it, hide it for a full three years, until today it became the blade that severed the last tie between them.

“Impossible…” Nicholas’s face drained of all color as the paper fluttered from his shaking hand. “How could she dare… This is forged! It must be forged!”

Darian lowered his head deeply. “I’ve already verified it… It’s real. The courthouse has it on

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record. From today onward, you and Mrs. Padilla… have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

With a deafening roar, something exploded inside Nicholas’s mind.

“Katie…” he murmured, abruptly shoving away Samantha as she tried to support him, then stumbling toward the exit.

“Nick! Where are you going?” Samantha cried out behind him.

Nicholas ignored her completely, sprinted into the garage, started the engine, and the black car plunged into the endless curtain of rain.

The icy rain hammered down on him, yet it could not extinguish the overwhelming terror that had suddenly surged in his heart.

Nicholas almost tumbled out of the car, soaked from head to toe, utterly disheveled.

He shoved the door open and staggered toward the attic where Katherine had lived.

The place that had once belonged to her was now so empty it made his heart race with panic.

On the vanity, the cosmetics she used every day were gone.

In the wardrobe, not a single piece of her clothing remained.

Half the bookshelf was empty; the medical texts and cookbooks she often read had all disappeared.

Only the inconspicuous jewelry box in the corner was still there.

Nicholas rushed over and opened it with trembling hands.

Inside, neatly arranged, were all the little trinkets he h

he himself had long forgotten:

A gold-plated ring, its color long faded;

casually given her over the years, things

Several drafts he had crumpled up and discarded, which she had carefully smoothed out and kept;

There was even a handkerchief he had worn until the edges frayed…

She had taken everything that truly belonged to her, yet left behind these objects that bore only his scattered, half-hearted charity-abandoning them here together with him.

Like throwing away a pile of worthless trash.

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“Where did she go?!” Nicholas whirled around, his eyes bloodshot as he grabbed Brittany, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, his voice hoarse and terrifying.

Brittany trembled violently, tears streaming down her face, yet she bit her lip and refused to speak.

“Speak!” Nicholas tightened his grip, nearly crushing her wrist bones.

Brittany cried out in pain and finally sobbed, “Mr. Padilla! Mrs. Padilla has left! She really left! What more do you want from her?! When she left, she was covered in injuries, barely able to walk, yet she forced herself to go to the courthouse… She said, she said…”

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