He Signed The Divorce And Now He Wants Me Back

Sign Here, Mrs Zhao

Mia's POV

The four days after the gala, Ethan and I barely spoke.

He left before I woke up and came back after I had already gone to bed. I would hear his car sometimes, late, and just lie there listening to his footsteps pass my door without stopping.

Then on the fourth night I came downstairs past midnight because sleep wasn't coming and found him sitting alone in the dark living room. His tie was loosened and there were two glasses of whiskey on the table, both untouched. He looked exhausted.

I almost went back upstairs but before I could, his hand reached out and caught my wrist and I froze because Ethan had not touched me first in almost two years.

He pulled me closer slowly until I was standing right in front of him and his forehead came to rest against mine as I could smell the alcohol on him.

Then he kissed me.

I know I should have stepped back. I really do, but I had spent three years loving this man from a distance and when he finally reached for me I didn't have enough sense left to say no.

That night, it happened. We went intimate and although I cried once, he didn't ask why, and I was glad because I wouldn't have been able to explain it.

It was the closest we had ever been and I held onto every second of it until I fell asleep. Maybe he had repented after I caught him with Sofia.

The next morning came fast and I woke up alone.

There was a blanket around my shoulders that hadn't been there when I fell asleep, which meant he covered me before he left. That made me really happy that I didn't know when I flew to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Ethan had mentioned once, early in our marriage that he preferred home cooked food. It was one of the very few personal things he had ever let slip and I had never forgotten it.

I set the table and waited. After an hour of waiting, I reheated everything.

And finally, after two hours one of the servants came in quietly and told me Mr. Zhao had already left through the private garage after receiving a call that morning.

She didn't say who called but an inner instinct was hinting at me as to who it was.

The rest of the week was a blur to me as I spent a lot of time in the small greenhouse at the back of the estate that I had built myself in our first year of marriage. I used to go there when things got heavy. I

I was trimming the roses one afternoon when I heard two of the house staff talking nearby. One of them said Sofia had been staying in the guest wing for the past few nights.

I stood there with the scissors in my hand and didn't move because nobody had told me about this.

That evening Chairman Zhao came for dinner. He talked mostly about business and kept bringing Sofia into the conversation.

Then at some point, he put his chopsticks down and looked at Ethan and said,

"You should have married Sofia from the beginning. Would have saved everyone a lot of time."

The table went quiet as I looked at Ethan and waited.

He reached for his glass and took a slow sip and said absolutely nothing, then the conversation moved on like his father had said something perfectly normal.

I set my chopsticks down and looked at my plate for the rest of the meal.

After dinner Ethan asked me to come to his office and I followed him because some embarrassing part of me still thought maybe he wanted to explain himself only for him to slid a brown envelope across the desk toward me.

I opened it and read the same line three times before it landed properly. Divorce papers?

"Sofia's return has complicated things," he said, his voice completely flat,

"ending the marriage is now is the best decision for everyone." He added

I looked up at him and he was already picking up the pen and signing before I had even processed what i saw

"Ethan," I called still shock and he looked up.

I didn't know what I wanted to say after that. I just sat there with the papers in my hands and my eyes filling up that I didn't know when those tears I tried to hold in started falling.

He watched me cry without saying a single word, not even about the night we just had together.

I picked up the pen, steadied my breathing and although my hand was shaking but I signed.

The moment I put the pen down his phone rang and he looked at the screen and answered it immediately and said, "Sofia," in a sweet voice I've never heard from him.

And while he was talking to her he reached over without looking, slid his wedding ring off his finger and placed it on the desk beside the papers.

I picked up my copy and walked out before he finished the call.

I packed alone that night. The servants hovered near the door but nobody came in and I didn't ask them to. I found old photographs from the one trip we took in our first year, an unopened wine bottle from our honeymoon, birthday cards I had written and slid under his office door over the years that I found untouched in a drawer.

Then I found a scarf that I had spent three weeks knitting it for him in our second winter together, the same one I kept redoing it until it looked right and had wrapped it carefully as i wrote his name on the box.

It was still sealed, he had never opened it. I sat on the floor for a long time after that.

Then I put it in my bag and dragged my suitcases downstairs by myself.

I stood at the front door and looked at the mansion one last time before walking out.

The weeks after I moved in with Nora, my younger sister were difficult. I sent out job applications and got quiet rejections from companies that recognized my name and didn't want anything close to Zhao Holdings drama. I smiled at Nora every morning and told her I was fine but God knows I wasn't, at all.

Then the sickness started about some three weeks after. It was Exhaustion, then dizziness, and then mornings where I couldn't stand at the kitchen sink without the room moving.

Nora said it was stress and grief and also the fact that I wasn't eating properly. So I totally agreed she was right.

But then I nearly fainted one morning and she grabbed her bag and said we were going to the hospital.

"Nora I'm fine," I said, holding onto the counter.

"You almost just hit the floor, Mia," she said, already at the door, "let's go." She added and when I tried to argue,she literally dragged me into the car and drove me there herself.

I sat in the examination room not really paying attention while the doctor reviewed the results. My mind kept going back to all that had happened over the weeks and how my now ex-husband announced his engagement with Sophia not too long after I moved out.

Then the doctor looked up with me still unconscious.

"Mrs. Zhao" he called knocking the table and I snapped back to reality.

"We're divorced, you know I'm Just Mia Shen now, please" I corrected him.

He smiled softly and said, "Anyways, Miss Shen. congratulations. You're pregnant." He said and everything stopped at that instant.

I looked down at the paper in my hands and counted the dates back in my head and the number took me straight to that rainy night that Ethan got drunk.

The same night I thought things were finally changing. I just sat there staring at the results and didn't say a word.