After all, in a few more days, I would be leaving this place for good.
“Sign this,” Cherity said flatly, handing me a document.
Across the top, bold letters read [Share Transfer Agreement].
I knew exactly what she meant—she wanted me to hand over part of my shares to Barrett.
When I didn’t respond right away, her voice turned cold.
“The title as the head of the family… That’s been yours. Barrett won’t fight you for it, but these shares—he deserves them. He gave my family an heir. That makes him a contributor. This is also what my parents want,” she stated firmly.
I nodded. “Alright,” I said simply.
After signing, I slipped the divorce agreement underneath the contract before handing the papers back to her.
Just as I expected, she didn’t even glance through them. She just signed without a word and walked out the door.
Only then did I finally breathe a long sigh of relief.
Cherity was always busy with work, yet she somehow made time for Barrett and their daughter.
She would sit beside him to watch the sunrise and sunset. She even built a sturdy crib with her own hands and sang lullabies to their baby at night.
And yet, the truth was—if it hadn’t been for that one night of mistake, the man living that happiness… should have been me.
The sight before me stung my eyes. I couldn’t bear to watch any longer; I turned away and left.
That day, I had just finalized everything with an overseas research team. Tickets were booked. All that was left was for my identification to be canceled before I could leave this life behind.
But just then, something happened to the newborn.
I was packing my suitcase when Cherity stormed in, her eyes red. With one swift kick, she sent the case flying.
“You cause trouble and think you can just sneak off?!” she snapped.
My suitcase hit the wall, and anger surged through me. “What the hell is wrong with you, Cherity?” I shouted.
But the next second, she had me pinned against the wall, her hand tightening around my neck like it had so many times before.
“What’s wrong with me?” she asked back hoarsely. “What the hell did you do to my daughter?!”
Facing her accusation, I was utterly baffled.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
But at the same time, a creeping sense of dread rose in my chest.
Ever since she had moved Barrett and their daughter into her private villa, any time something went wrong over there, she would come straight for me.