Sign it
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I didn’t sleep that night.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall while the clock ticked slowly toward morning. My mind kept replaying Lucas’s words over and over again.
“Sign this.”
“Samantha is back.”
“I’m ending this marriage.”
Every word felt like a knife twisting deeper in my chest.
Three years.
Three whole years of loving him quietly… hoping that one day he might finally see me as more than the woman his father forced him to marry.
But tonight I finally understood something.
Lucas Miller had never seen me at all.
My fingers tightened around the divorce papers lying beside me on the bed.
The bold letters at the top blurred slightly as tears filled my eyes again.
I quickly wiped them away.
Crying wouldn’t change anything.
The bedroom door suddenly opened.
I looked up to see Lucas walking in.
He had already changed out of his suit and into a simple white shirt. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, as if the conversation downstairs had been nothing important.
As if he hadn’t just ended our marriage.
My chest tightened, but I forced myself to speak.
“Lucas.”
He stopped a few steps away from the bed.
“Have you signed it yet?” he asked.
The coldness in his voice made my heart ache.
I slowly stood up, holding the papers in my hand.
“Lucas… are you really doing this?”
His expression didn’t change.
“I already told you why.”
“Samantha,” I whispered.
“Yes.”
The answer came so easily from him.
Like our marriage meant nothing.
My fingers trembled slightly as I looked at him.
“Did these three years really mean nothing to you?” I asked softly.
Lucas frowned slightly, as if the question annoyed him.
“This marriage was arranged by my father,” he said. “You knew that from the beginning.”
His words felt like ice.
“Yes,” I admitted quietly. “But I still loved you.”
For the first time, Lucas’s eyes flickered slightly.
But it disappeared so quickly I wondered if I had imagined it.
Silence filled the room.
I took a slow breath before speaking again.
“If you want this divorce… then compensate me.”
Lucas’s expression immediately darkened.
The door behind him suddenly opened again.
Rebecca walked in, clearly having heard everything.
“Oh my God,” she said dramatically, clapping her hands together. “I knew it.”
She looked at Lucas with a smug smile.
“Didn’t I tell you she was only after your money?”
My face burned with humiliation.
“I’m not—”
“Oh please,” Rebecca cut in. “You think anyone believes you married Lucas for love?”
She laughed lightly.
“You saw a billionaire and grabbed your chance.”
I felt like the floor beneath my feet was disappearing.
But I refused to cry in front of them.
Not again.
Lucas looked at me coldly.
“How much do you want?” he asked.
The question made my chest tighten.
“I’m not asking for charity,” I said quietly.
Rebecca rolled her eyes.
“Listen to her acting proud.”
Lucas stared at me for a moment before speaking again.
“Ten million.”
My heart skipped.
It was a huge amount of money.
Enough to start a completely new life.
But something inside me refused to accept it.
I slowly shook my head.
Rebecca looked shocked.
“What?”
“I don’t want your money,” I said softly.
Rebecca scoffed.
“Stop pretending.”
I looked directly at Lucas.
“If I sign these papers… then give me twenty percent of Miller Industries.”
The room fell silent.
Rebecca stared at me like I had lost my mind.
“Are you insane?” she snapped. “Do you know how much that’s worth?”
Lucas’s eyes became furious.
For the first time that night, he looked at me carefully.
Almost like he was trying to understand me.
“Twenty percent?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
Rebecca burst into laughter.
“You’re unbelievable. A gold digger asking for the company now.”
But Lucas didn’t laugh.
Instead, he walked slowly toward the window, thinking.
The silence was long.
Finally, he spoke.
“Fine.”
Rebecca’s laughter stopped instantly.
“Lucas!” she said in disbelief.
But Lucas didn’t even look at her.
“I’ll give you twenty percent,” he said calmly.
My heart pounded loudly in my chest.
I hadn’t expected him to agree so quickly.
Lucas turned back toward me.
“Sign the divorce papers,” he said. “And the shares are yours.”
My fingers tightened around the document.
There it was.
The end of my marriage.
The end of three years of loving someone who never loved me back.
I took a slow breath.
“Lucas… there’s something else I need to tell you.”
He looked impatient.
“What?”
My hand slowly moved to my stomach.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words came out barely above a whisper.
For a moment, the room was completely silent.
Then Rebecca laughed.
A loud, mocking laugh.
“Oh please,” she said.
Lucas’s face hardened immediately.
“You expect me to believe that?” he said coldly.
Tears burned in my eyes.
“It’s the truth.”
Lucas shook his head.
“Don’t try to trap me with something like that.”
The accusation felt like a slap.
“I’m not lying,” I whispered.
But Lucas had already picked up a pen and placed it on the table.
“Sign the papers, Leah.”
His voice was completely emotionless.
“Stop embarrassing yourself.”
My hands trembled slightly as I picked up the pen.
So this was how everything ended.
Not with love.
Not even with regret.
Just disbelief.
I lowered my head and signed my name.
Leah McGraw.
The ink hadn’t even dried before Lucas took the papers back.
“Your shares will be transferred today,” he said.
Rebecca scoffed again.
“Unbelievable.”
I didn’t respond.
Instead, I quietly walked toward the door.
Behind me, Lucas said nothing.
He didn’t stop me.
He didn’t call my name.
By the time I stepped outside, the sky was beginning to lighten.
I wrapped my coat tightly around myself and placed a hand gently over my stomach.
A tear finally slipped down my cheek.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered softly.
“I’ll protect you.”
Then I walked away from the Miller mansion.
From my marriage.
From Lucas Miller.
And from the woman I used to be.
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