His Destructive, Toxic Love

With that thought, Eliza felt a bit more grounded.

Picking up the pen, she signed her name, "Mr. Chase, there, I've signed it."

"Ms. Eliza, I'll hand this signed divorce agreement to Mr. Casper. You both can go to the registry office on Monday to finalize everything. As for the house, car, cash, and the rest, it'll all be sorted within a month." Mr. Chase had laid it all out clearly.

Eliza nodded, stood up, and said, "Alright, Mr. Chase, I'll be there on time on Monday. Thanks for your help."

"It's my job," the lawyer replied, extending his hand politely. "Let me walk you out."

Leaving the law office, Eliza felt like she was in a daze.

She sat on a bench by the roadside, staring at the bustling traffic, her mind wandering.

She really wanted to call Casper and ask why he was giving her so much.

But then she thought she might be overthinking it.

Divorce is about splitting assets, right? Houses, cars, money-it's all part of it.

Getting more rather than less isn't a bad deal, right?

Besides, his reasons for giving so much probably had nothing to do with her.

Clutching her phone tightly, she felt lost.

Chelsea, having heard about the divorce, called to see if it was true.

"It's true," Eliza said softly, her voice steady, revealing no emotion.

Chelsea squealed excitedly on the other end, "Oh my God, you've finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel! Casper finally did something right."

"Let's call it mutual release," Eliza sighed heavily.

"How about we throw a party tonight to celebrate?" Chelsea suggested.

Eliza wasn't in the mood, feeling all mixed up inside. "I just want some peace for the next few days."

"You've been quiet for years. Have you forgotten you used to love a good party?" Chelsea hoped the divorce would help Eliza find her old self again. "You're getting divorced. Aren't you happy?"

Eliza couldn't say she was particularly happy or unhappy.

She thought maybe she hadn't adjusted to this sudden 'happiness' yet.

"It's okay."

"Okay?" Chelsea was exasperated, wondering if happiness had muddled her friend's brain. "I really can't with you. Alright, if you want to be alone, let's celebrate after you get the divorce certificate."

"Okay."

Hanging up the phone, Eliza looked at the sky, took a deep breath, and knew she should be happy. After all, this was the result she had waited for years.

Looking down at her brand-new ID card, she smiled slightly. Eliza.

She had finally become the openly known Eliza, no longer the secretive Valerie.

At Welton International...

Dillon brought the divorce agreement that Mr. Chase had just handed him to Casper.

The elegant handwriting belonged to Eliza, who had signed it not long ago.

"Mr. Casper, she... she has already signed her name," Dillon said hesitantly as he handed over the divorce agreement.

The man, buried in a mountain of documents, paused and slowly set down his pen upon hearing Dillon's words.

Lifting his head, he took the divorce agreement, his eyes deep with thought.

"Did she complain about the amount I gave her?" His voice seemed calm but carried an undetectable tremor.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Mr. Chase said she didn't say much, just quietly signed it," Dillon reported truthfully.

The man felt as if something was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe.

She had longed for this day so much that no matter how much property he gave her, she wouldn't care and would eagerly sign.

He picked up the pen, hesitating for a long time over the blank space designated for him...