Actually, it was after the second miscarriage that a rift started to form between Theodore Sinclair and me.
He wanted a child, but I struggled to get pregnant. When I finally did, I lost two in a row.
Theodore grew resentful and our relationship gradually faded.
Later, he secretly took a mistress, Jimena Olsen, who was also his secretary, and often used "working late" as an excuse to be with her.
When I found out, I hysterically confronted him several times, and our relationship grew increasingly strained.
Just when I decided to divorce, I found out I was pregnant again.
Because of this child, Theodore softened his heart and returned to the family temporarily, and I chose to endure, willing to sacrifice for the sake of giving the child a complete family.
But in the end, the third child was lost as well.
Now, there was no longer any reason for this marriage to continue.
The next morning, I woke up early and, as usual, prepared two servings of breakfast.
Not long after, Theodore Sinclair got out of bed.
After getting ready, he walked over to the dining table, sat down, and took a sip of milk. He casually told me, "Jayla, Jimena is moving in this afternoon. You've got nothing to do at home, so help her pack her things."
"I have something to do today," I lied without changing my expression, "I'm planning to sell my family's house and need to go handle the paperwork this afternoon."
"Why are you selling the house all of a sudden?" Theodore Sinclair frowned.
I lied again, "The house has been empty for a while, and the property prices are dropping. I figured I might as well sell it and invest the money in something else."
Theodore took a bite of his breakfast and didn't comment.
I hesitated for a few seconds before pulling out a property transfer contract from my bag, along with a pen, and handed it to him. "The agent said both of us need to sign the contract. Please sign on every page."
Theodore glanced at the contract in my hand without even raising an eyebrow.
My heart tightened, worried he might discover something fishy.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
It was Jimena calling.
Theodore took the contract from my hand without even looking at it, signed a few pages carelessly, and immediately answered the call.
"Jimena, I'll be right there, just wait for me. I'm on my way."
Before he could leave, I quickly called out to him, "Theodore, we still need both of our IDs."
Theodore seemed mildly annoyed. He impatiently pulled out his ID from his pocket and tossed it to me. "You're so troublesome. Make sure you return it to me after you're done."
With that, he hurriedly turned and left.
I held the contract tightly in my hands, and the tension in me finally eased.
What he didn't know was that hidden inside that contract was also a divorce agreement.
That afternoon, I went to a law firm with the divorce agreement and Theodore Sinclair's ID.
I found the most famous divorce lawyer in the city—Lawyer Charles Ford.
"With both spouses' IDs, household registration, and a signed divorce agreement, can we get a divorce certificate if one party isn't present?"
Lawyer Ford thought for a moment, his attitude somewhat vague. "It's difficult, but if you're determined, it's not impossible." I understood instantly and immediately transferred him five thousand dollars.
"This is the deposit. Once the job is done, I'll give you another three thousand dollars."
"Got it," Lawyer Ford said, pocketing the money and smiling confidently. "Come back in a month for the certificate."
I sighed with relief.
Six years of marriage, and it was finally about to end completely.
