Chapter 2
Corey glanced up at me, then nodded in agreement. He handed me the pen, and without a flicker of emotion, I signed my name on the divorce papers.
"Aren’t you going to double-check the agreement?" Corey asked, his brow furrowed.
I gave a brief smile. "No need."
He was essentially walking away with nothing, handing over all the assets—all for Aura, to settle a debt of gratitude.
"Make sure you stop by the courthouse tomorrow," he suggested.
"Sure," I replied.
As he took back the divorce papers, Corey's hand hesitated slightly, a shadow of doubt crossing his eyes. But ultimately, he remained silent.
As they departed, Aura cast a mocking glance back at me, her lips silently forming the words, "You've lost."
In a way, she was right. I'd already lost a lifetime, and I wasn’t about to lose any more.
Moments later, my phone buzzed with a message from Corey.
[Nadia, I'm sorry for what happened today.]
[Once this is over, I'll throw a huge wedding and we'll get married again.]
[I can't just stand by and watch Aura’s depression get worse. You understand, right?]
I read his message and couldn’t help but laugh, tears brimming in my eyes.
It was the same old story. Corey conspired with his friends to push me into a divorce and then drowned himself in alcohol. He forgot, though, that his friends were also mine.
Kendrick, one of them, always played the peacemaker. He urged Corey not to throw away his marriage for Aura and coaxed me to understand Corey, calling him a loyal friend.
Back then, if it weren’t for Aura's father recognizing Corey's potential, investing in him, and helping him start his business, Corey wouldn’t be where he is today.
I cried out in protest, "Corey has countless ways to handle this. Why divorce?"
Kendrick fell silent. When he asked Corey, this was his response:
"Someone has to take the fall, and I can only ask Nadia to bear this. She loves me and can understand."
Because I loved him, my sacrifice was taken for granted. What kind of logic was that?
Fortunately, I have another chance.