The box contained the same items. Callie checked each one carefully, only relaxing once she confirmed everything was in order. At the very bottom, she found a thin document pressed flat. It was easy to overlook because it matched the size of the box.
Callie frowned and picked it up. It was a document with several densely written pages. She brought it closer to her eyes and saw the glaring title-Divorce Agreement!
It was a divorce agreement between Nelson and her. The wording was precise, clearly crafted by a top lawyer, detailing the division of their assets post-divorce.
As Callie flipped through the pages, it became evident that this agreement was different from the one Lucia had given her. This one was more generous, stating that Nelson would give Callie an eight-figure sum, several estates abroad, and even one percent of Oconnor Group’s shares after the divorce.
It showed how generous Nelson was.
Callie was puzzled. She had never seen this divorce agreement before. How did it end up in Reuben’s box?
She turned to the last page and saw Nelson’s signature, bold and unmistakable, along with Oconnor Group’s official seal.
Callie instinctively stepped back, clutching the document. This was a divorce agreement signed by Nelson!
The edges of the paper were yellowing, suggesting it had been around for a long time. But how long?
Callie couldn’t fathom.
She didn’t know how to react. Should she be happy that this legally binding agreement could help her secure a future post-divorce? Or should she be sad that Nelson had considered divorce long ago?
Outside, steady footsteps approached. Nelson had finished his shower and, not seeing Callie, walked to the staircase and called out softly, “Callie?”
His voice echoed in the empty house.
No response.
Nelson noticed a light and walked step by step to Reuben’s bedroom door, his voice cold, “What are you doing here?”
Callie didn’t turn around. She quietly reorganized the items before slowly turning to face him, her expression weary.
Nelson’s brow furrowed as his gaze fell on the paper in her hand, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
“Callie.”
She held up the paper, her smile bitter. “Maybe I should thank Reuben. He preserved something beneficial for me during such a difficult time.”
Nelson saw the words on the document, his expression changing dramatically. He reached out to grab it, but Callie evaded him.
“You’ve been good to me, Nelson.” Callie took a pen from her pocket, the tip hovering over the paper. “Being your wife for two years and getting so much is my honor.”
“Callie! This agreement doesn’t count!” Nelson felt a sudden sense of loss as if he was about to lose her for real.
“Oconnor Group’s seal isn’t easily stamped, I understand.” Callie signed her name carefully. “But I don’t want any of these things. I’ve make you suffer enough; leaving you is what I should do.”
Nelson ignored her words and tried to snatch the pen from her hand, but it was too late; she had already signed.
He pressed down on her hand. “The divorce agreement comes in two copies. Signing one doesn’t count.”