The Moment I Realized I Can't Lose You novel Chapter 64

He stared at the ring in agonizing silence before finally setting it down. Tucked beneath the velvet box was a stack of paper. It was a printed, fully signed divorce agreement.

Sticking to the top page was a handwritten sticky note: [I'm returning the ring. I don't want anything else in the house, either. Sign the papers as soon as possible so we can part on good terms.]

She had even drawn a little smiley face at the end.

Looking at her elegant handwriting, Joaquin felt a suffocating tightness in his chest. He shoved the velvet box into his pocket, crumpled the divorce papers and the note into a tight ball, and threw them into the nearest trash can.

Storming downstairs, he found Martha. "Why is there dust in the master bedroom and the closet?" he snapped. "Do none of you clean?"

Martha kept her composure. "Have you forgotten, sir? When you first got married, you strictly forbade the staff from entering your private quarters. Since then, we've only cleaned the common areas. Your wife has been personally deep-cleaning the bedroom and closet every single day for the past year."

Joaquin froze. He had complained about privacy exactly once, right after the wedding. Since then, he had never seen a maid upstairs.

He had just assumed Audrey hired a private, discreet housekeeper. It had never crossed his mind that the immaculate floors and spotless counters were the result of his billionaire wife scrubbing them herself.

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