After Divorce, He Want Me Back

Sophia’s POV Aiden Blackthorn finally came back after the dinner had gone cold. Smack! He tossed a divorce agreement onto the table in front of me. "Your cousin is back, and I’ve promised her she will be the only Mrs. Blackthorn in her lifetime. Sophia, it's time to sign the agreement and we are getting a divorce." "You still don’t believe me, Sophia, do you?" Aiden, why should I believe you? You’ve always been greedy. My voice trembled. "Why should I believe you?" "Don’t be a fool, Sophia. Don’t make me repeat it. Sign the document, and the house will be yours. Consider it my parting gift." "Parting gift? I don’t need it." My lips curled into a mocking smile. Did he think tossing me a house made him some kind of saint? My throat felt tight, my eyes stinging from unshed tears, but I blinked them away. Crying wasn’t going to change anything. "Did your grandmother agree to this?" I asked, forcing my voice to steady. His cold eyes narrowed. "What makes you think Grandma can protect you? In fact, she agreed without prolonging the matter. You know why we got married in the first place. Sophia, don’t be greedy. You will make me hate you more. And you know you are poor—like an orphan. What about a check of five million dollars with the house? It’s an opportunity for you, isn’t it?" Orphan? poor? Those words echoed in my mind. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He spat it out that I’m poor, even adding orphans. Is there really any difference? Aiden's face darkened, and his jaw tightened. "Sophia..." I cut him off by picking up a pen. "Fine, I will sign it." I had known this was coming since the day my cousin came back from abroad a month ago. But even so, the words still hit me like a blow to the chest. I looked up at him, forcing myself to sound calm, even as bitterness laced my voice. I had already made up my mind. There was no point in clinging to a marriage that had been a sham from the start. My cousin had sent me countless photos of her and Aiden together since she came back from her degree program, taunting reminders of how much they wanted to be with each other. My gaze skimmed the agreement and, without hesitation, I crossed out the clause about him giving me a villa. I didn't need this charity. Money and a house—I didn't need anything from him anymore. With a flick of my wrist, I signed my name, sealing the end of three year of marriage with struggle I handed the paper back to him, my voice cold and steady. "Give me an hour. I will pack my things and leave your villa." His lips pressed into a thin line as he glared at me. So I paused, looking him dead in the eyes before finishing. "Useless husband. You are shameless." “Sophia.” I ignored his anger. He didn’t deserve my attention anymore. Calmly, I stepped past him and began packing my belongings. An hour later, I came downstairs to find he had already left. My eyes fell on the Rolex watch in my hand, a gift I had bought for his upcoming birthday and our wedding anniversary. I stared at it for a moment, the sight of it making my stomach churn. Then, without a second thought, I walked to the trash can and threw it in. One million dollars, gone in an instant, but it wasn’t the money I cared about; it is a token to me. He didn’t know that I was rich. I was even thinking of surprising him on our wedding anniversary by revealing that I'm the lawyer Paige, the lawyer everyone thought went missing for three years. The second lawyer to the world lawyer. As I stood there, I let out a slow breath. It was over. Three years of love, devotion, and sacrifice, all wasted. From now on, I vowed to live for myself. I thought I could achieve this marriage thing. I had money, houses, and wealth. I worked for prominent people and high-profile cases, but something struck me three years ago that I needed to get married. I needed a responsible husband, and with the look of my wealth, I had dated men who only wanted my money. So I wanted true love, and that was why I changed my name and got into this messed-up marriage, thinking I could find love. But now I'm going back to the world. I hailed a taxi and gave the address to one of my villas, a property I bought years ago but never visited while living with Aiden and his family. I thought I could secure what so-called marriage, but it was all a lie. When I arrived, the staff looked stunned to see me. The mansion was of no competition. It had it all. I had another four houses like that in New York, Louisiana, Oklahoma, and South Dakota. They quickly lined up, bowing slightly. "Welcome, Mrs. Blackthorn." I froze for a moment, then shook my head. "From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Blackthorn. I'm just Ms. Sophia. Okay?" They all nodded in unison. The words tasted strange on my tongue but also liberating. After retreating respectfully, I went straight to my room and collapsed on the couch, rubbing my temples. It wasn’t long before I picked up my phone and called Roman Cross, my assistant and one of the few people who truly knew my real identity. "Wow, Sophia, a call from you. What’s the occasion? Do we have anything to do together?" Roman’s voice was teasing as usual. "I'm divorced," I said bluntly. "From now on, I will do what you’ve been nagging me to do. I'm focusing on my career." "Wait, what? Did I just hear you now? You actually divorced; you gave up everything—your career, your dream to be his perfect little wife—and now you are saying it is over. Are you pulling my leg right now?" I rolled my eyes. "It’s true, Roman. Yes, I know I wasted three years, but I'm done. Let's start afresh." Roman's shock turned into excitement. "Well, damn, welcome back to the real world, Lawyer Paige."