Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 66

Lawrence's voice was terrifyingly low.

"Did you really have to be so vulgar, Wren?"

"Is it vulgar?" Wren asked in return. "I figured if you were capable of doing it, you were capable of hearing it."

"You're going to regret this."

That line again.

Wren suddenly laughed.

"Lawrence, the biggest regret of my life was marrying you six years ago."

The other end of the line went completely dead.

She would have never said those words in the past.

Because back then, at the very least, her love had been real.

She hadn't wanted to invalidate her past self.

But tonight, she suddenly realized there was no point in protecting that pathetic old dream anymore.

Lawrence stood in his office at Langford Medical, his grip tightening around his phone, his face terrifyingly dark.

"Say that again."

Wren's voice remained calm.

"I regret marrying you."

And with that, she hung up.

The car was dead quiet.

Wren looked down and set Lawrence's number to Do Not Disturb.

Only then did Julian ask, "Heading home?"

Wren replied softly, "Yeah. Let's go home."

This time, she meant Riverside Apartments.

Not the Langford Estate.

Meanwhile, back in the office, Lawrence stood completely still, his knuckles white around his phone long after the call had disconnected.

Wren said she regretted marrying him.

The words pierced his chest like a thorn.

It wasn't pain.

Or at least, he refused to admit it was pain.

It was mostly fury.

What right did she have to regret it?

She was the one who had agreed to this marriage in the first place.

Over the years, the Langford family had given her status, a life of immense wealth, and the coveted title of Mrs. Langford.

What right did she have to say she regretted it now?

The office door was pushed open.

She wasn't crying, she wasn't begging, and she wasn't looking back.

She even went as far as saying she regretted marrying him.

Lawrence irritably yanked at his tie.

"Let her cool off for a few days."

Willow looked at him.

Cool off again.

He still thought Wren was just throwing a tantrum.

Willow quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Lawrence thought that way, she still had time.

She stepped closer and gently placed her hand over his.

"I'll be right here with you."

Lawrence glanced at her but didn't pull away.

A soft, tender smile surfaced in Willow's eyes.

Yet, tucked away in the locked drawer of the office desk, the divorce agreement remained exactly where it was, completely untouched.

Lawrence had no idea.

Wren was no longer waiting for him to open it.

The new complaint was already being printed.