Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 63

After leaving Langford Medical, Wren didn't head back to Stellaris.

When she got into the car, her expression remained perfectly calm.

So calm that Julian glanced over at her multiple times.

As they drove out of the Langford Medical underground parking garage, the sky outside had already grown dark. The city lights flickered past the windows, casting fragmented, cold shadows across Wren's face.

Julian didn't ask where she was going right away.

It wasn't until they reached the first intersection that he finally spoke in a gentle tone. "Are we heading back to Riverside Apartments, or somewhere else?"

Wren looked at the address Mr. Clarke had just texted her.

"To the law firm," she said.

Julian's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel.

"Right now?"

"Yes."

Wren's voice was soft, but there was no hesitation.

"Some things only get filthier the longer you drag them out."

Julian didn't press further, simply updating the GPS.

The drive was completely silent.

Wren kept her eyes on her phone.

The screen displayed her chat history with Mr. Clarke.

[Are you sure you want to file for a litigated divorce?]

[I'm sure.]

[The faster, the better.]

Those few short lines felt more like a sentencing than any heated argument ever could.

She had personally mailed the divorce papers to Lawrence.

She had left a shred of dignity intact back then.

She figured that if he was willing to sign it, at least the marriage could end quietly.

But he hadn't even looked at it.

Or rather, he couldn't even summon the patience to glance at it.

Just like over the last six years, he had never truly looked at all the hopes, grievances, explanations, and disappointments she had handed him.

Since he refused to look, she was done waiting.

When the car pulled up outside the law firm, Julian didn't kill the engine.

He looked over at her. "I'll wait for you down here."

Hearing it actually made Wren feel a little lighter.

She sat down and began pulling her ID and documents out of her bag one by one.

Her marriage certificate, a copy of her ID, Leo's birth certificate, the child's medical records over the years, proof that she was his primary caregiver, and some of their post-marital financial records.

Mr. Clarke stared at the thick stack of materials, silent for a few seconds.

"You came very prepared."

Wren lowered her eyes. "I'm used to keeping thorough records from managing projects."

She managed a small, self-deprecating smile as soon as the words left her mouth.

The smile was incredibly faint.

She had kept every aspect of her life perfectly organized.

Yet she had handed her entire life over to a man who never once cherished her.

Mr. Clarke flipped through a few pages of the documents and asked, "If we proceed with litigation, do you intend to file for marital fault on his part?"

Wren's fingers paused.

She had no direct proof of what happened between Lawrence and Willow last night.

All she had were the marks she saw today.