Chapter 7

The moment I held the divorce certificate in my hand, a wave of relief washed over me.

I felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

Without sparing a glance at Hank's ashen face, I strode out of the courthouse, my steps brisk and full of purpose.

Just as I neared the exit, I felt a tug on my wrist. Turning around, I saw him—disheveled, his eyes rimmed with red, looking at me with a pitiful expression of desperation.

"Pearl… give me one more chance, please," he pleaded, his voice trembling with hope. "I can make things right, I swear. Just trust me."

I shook his hand off with a smirk, my voice cold and sharp. "Hank, what are you talking about? We're divorced now. There are no more chances."

He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but I had no interest in hearing him out.

True to my word, I left the company in his hands, then packed my bags and headed for Xenthos—the place I had once dreamed of us spending our honeymoon.

I had imagined countle