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Chapter 7
Jordan seemed to find some sudden validation for his decision, and I was just waiting for him to sign the papers.
On the day of the divorce, after the cooling–off period ended, he showed up much earlier than I expected.
To my surprise, he handed over a significant chunk of our assets, claiming it was to make up for the child we lost. I gladly accepted.
After that, we finalized the divorce.
Qiana was waiting outside, looking like she had just won. I figured I’d let her enjoy that feeling for a few more minutes. Once they drove off, I wasted no time.
First, I listed the house for sale. I was moving to Chicago, so keeping it was pointless. Then, I posted our divorce settlement on social media. I knew Qiana liked to keep tabs on me.
Right after that, I blocked Jordan.
He didn’t realize I’d sold the house until a month after I’d started my new job in Chicago. He called from a new number. I thought it was a client, so I answered. As soon as I did, he demanded, “Caroline, where are you? Why is our house sold?”
“It’s my house. I can do what I want with it,” I replied, completely ignoring his tone.
Suddenly, his voice softened, almost sounding hurt. “Caroline, this time… why didn’t you call me?”
“Why would I, Jordan? I told you I wanted a divorce, but you didn’t believe me. You thought it was just some ploy to get your attention.”
“But nothing ever happened between Qiana and me,” he insisted, still stuck on that.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
I sighed and felt a bit tired of the conversation. “Jordan, you’re single now. Even if something did happen, it doesn’t matter. I’m in Chicago, and I’m not coming back. What happens between you two is none of my business. I’m busy with work, so take care of yourself.”
After hanging up, I went right back to work, not giving Jordan another thought.
Little did I know that when he gets desperate, he’s capable of doing things I’d never expect.
The next afternoon, I ran into Jordan near my place.
He’d rented an apartment close by, and the way he approached me with that apologetic look just made me feel disgusted. “Jordan, what are you doing?”
“I know we’ve been through a lot, but my feelings for you are real, Caroline. Can I have another chance to win you back?”
“Jordan, we’re not kids anymore. Love doesn’t pay the bills. So let’s not be naive.”
But he was relentless. Every day, he insisted on picking me up from work and dropping me off in the morning.
He was genuinely trying, but I felt nothing.
If our child were still here, maybe I’d be moved. But now, all I felt was indifference.
Just because someone comes back doesn’t mean they deserve forgiveness.
I thought Jordan had actually transferred his job here until I got a call from Dr. Green. “Jordan loves you so much. Why are you outting him through this? He was up for a promotion to professor this year, but he lost that chance because of all the time he’s taken off for you. Don’t you feel even a little guilty?”
“Why should I feel guilty? We’re divorced. And if I remember correctly, Dr. Green, you were all for Jordan and Qiana being together. So how is any of this my fault now?”
He was quiet for a moment, then tried again. “He’s cut ties with Qiana. He’s truly sorry for everything. What more do you want? Are you trying to push him over the edge?”
I hung up.
I realized there was no point in talking to these people anymore. In their minds, I was supposed to keep forgiving and
accommodating Jordan. But why?
And honestly, knowing Jordan, he wouldn’t sacrifice his career for me.
All of this was just a tactic to make me give in.
Sure enough, a few days later, he stopped showing up to pick me up.
I smiled to myself. This was the Jordan I knew, a self–serving opportunist.