I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 72

"You heard what your grandfather said. No matter what, you have to keep Lyra. As for Aria, I'll find a chance to officially sever our ties with her. Don't get involved with her anymore. Can't you see who actually cares about you?"

It was painfully obvious to any outsider, yet Mrs. Sterling Sr. couldn't fathom how Maxwell had blinded himself to the truth for so long.

Maxwell remained completely silent.

Tomorrow was the day he and Lyra had agreed to finalize the divorce.

He didn't want to go back on his word.

But he also didn't want the divorce.

He was trapped in an impossible dilemma, and figuring a way out was entirely on him.

The next morning.

Lyra woke up early and immediately checked the trending topics.

All the news regarding Aria and Maxwell had completely vanished from the search rankings.

It seemed Maxwell had spent a fortune to wipe the slate clean.

Thinking of this, she grabbed her phone and dialed his number.

It rang for a long time before someone finally answered.

Lyra didn't waste any time on pleasantries.

"Today is the day we agreed to go to the clerk's office and file for divorce. Ten o'clock this morning. I expect you to be there on time. Don't waste my day."

There was a heavy silence on the other end before Maxwell finally spoke, his voice muffled. "I know."

"Good."

Lyra was just about to hang up when Maxwell suddenly asked a question.

"Are you really sure about this?"

What was that supposed to mean?

"Yes. Please process the paperwork as quickly as possible."

Lyra handed over all her required documents as she spoke, then shifted her gaze to Maxwell.

"Your turn."

When Maxwell didn't move, Lyra let out a cold scoff. "Don't tell me you forgot to bring them. I refuse to believe you'd make such a rookie mistake."

Under Lyra's piercing stare, Maxwell finally pulled out his documents.

Once the paperwork was filed, the clerk gave them a final reminder.

"There is a mandatory thirty-day cooling-off period. Please return to this office in exactly thirty days to finalize the certificate."

Lyra offered a polite thank you, grabbed her ID, and turned to walk out.

As she approached the exit, she spotted a massive crowd of people who looked suspiciously like reporters swarming the entrance.

After years of being in the spotlight, spotting paparazzi had become second nature to her.