She Turned Her Grief Into Wings novel Chapter 16

"You don't seriously think I can't live without you, do you?" He scoffed. "Relax. I'll sign it as soon as this is over."

Shera's expression remained neutral, her voice clear. "Then I hope you keep your word, Mr. Hayes."

Caden shot her a vicious glare, his brows deeply furrowed, and stormed out.

The front door slammed shut with a deafening crash.

Shera stared at the entryway, thoroughly annoyed.

What was his problem? Was his life really that miserable that he had to drive twenty miles out of his way just to throw a tantrum at her house?

Psycho!

But just as quickly, her anger vanished without a trace. Looking at the half-empty glass of water on the table, her lips curled into a faint smile.

Securing his signature on the divorce papers was only half the reason she had agreed to this.

Dewitt's sixtieth birthday, coupled with Marcus and Effie's return, meant the event would be massive. Aurelia City's wealthiest wives were practically guaranteed to attend. Following their usual routine, Caden would drag her around for toasts and then abandon her in a sea of elite socialites.

Shera smiled slyly. She had been struggling to find a place to market her brand, and the perfect opportunity had just delivered itself to her doorstep.

It was appropriate, logical, and entirely within the rules!

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The interior of the car was dead silent. The overhead light was on, highlighting the sharp, flawless angles of the man's face.

Caden rested his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the house's front door through the wrought-iron gates. He didn't look away for a long time.

It wasn't until the lights on the first floor flicked off that he finally averted his gaze.

He reached over and grabbed the brown envelope from the passenger seat. It had been sitting there for a week, completely unopened.

He unwound the string and pulled out the two documents. The bold lettering at the top was blindingly painful to look at.

Never in his wildest dreams did Caden imagine he would be the one getting dumped. He had driven over intending to have a calm, rational conversation, waiting outside for two solid hours just for her to get off work.

Frankly, he should add a clause demanding she pay him emotional distress compensation for her own faults.

What right did she have to demand a divorce? As the victim here, he should be the one initiating it!

Forcing him to sign was one thing, but getting a lawyer involved? Was his reputation really that worthless to her?

Caden slammed the divorce agreement shut and shoved it aggressively into the glove compartment.

The engine roared to life, and the car shot forward. In the rearview mirror, the house shrank smaller and smaller.

His mind flashed back to Shera's impatient attitude, not once giving him a decent look. He had expected her to demand industry connections, trading her attendance at the manor for a promotional push for her father's struggling brand. He never expected she only cared about his signature. She was so ruthless, tossing him aside without a second thought!

The streetlights flickered across his face, casting harsh shadows. Caden gripped the steering wheel, his Adam's apple rolling.

It was just a divorce. He, Caden Hayes, was above caring about something so trivial.

The light turned green, and he slammed on the gas, sending the car tearing down the road like an arrow let loose.