Eight Years Married to a Liar

Chapter 5 Divorce Papers

The vase hit the floor and shattered.

Cedric snapped out of his drunken haze.

He stared at her, confused. "Have you lost your mind?"

Seraphina's voice cracked as she screamed, "I said get out!"

Cedric's temper flared. He jabbed a finger at her. "Fine. Fine! Kick me out? You'll regret this. Don't come crawling back when you realize you can't live without me."

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Seraphina collapsed onto the table and sobbed.

She kept asking herself the same question: How did she end up loving someone like him?

Eventually, the tears stopped. There were none left.

She got up and cleaned the entire apartment.

Every single thing that belonged to Cedric went in the trash.

She worked until dark. Then she stopped and looked around.

She felt empty, like nothing in this world mattered anymore.

But she made herself a promise: not one more tear for Cedric, ever.

The next day, Seraphina went to a real estate agent and listed the apartment.

She wasn't just divorcing him—she was getting rid of the home they'd shared.

When August came back in five days, she'd leave with him for Reed Manor.

And Cedric? She never wanted to see him again.

After the real estate agent, she found a lawyer and had divorce papers drawn up.

Then she went straight to Cedric's office to get his signature.

She waited outside his building until nightfall. He never showed.

A coworker took pity on her and said Cedric had left hours ago—with someone else. "Headed to a bar, I think. The fancy kind."

Seraphina went straight there. She found his private room. Through the c***k in the door, she heard his voice. "Drinks are on me tonight! Let's go all out!"

She peered inside. His one arm draped over Ophelia, the other hand raised a glass. He downed it in one gulp.

One of his colleagues smirked. "After that scene at the golf club, you're not gonna go home and smooth things over with your wife?"

Cedric snorted, "Her? What's the point? I'm bored with her anyway. Look, she's been mine since middle school. She's basically my maid at this point—and she likes it. She'll never get used to anyone else."

Everyone laughed.

Another colleague leaned in. "You're not scared she'll divorce you?"

Cedric raised an eyebrow, like the question was absurd. "That clueless woman? She can't even put on makeup. Dresses like some old woman. Who else would want her? Trust me. She's not going anywhere."

They all raised their glasses, grinning.

"Damn, man. You've got it figured out."

Cedric soaked it up. He took another sip, then smirked. "Just watch. She'll be here begging me to take her back by tomorrow. Tops."

The door swung open. Seraphina walked in.

Cedric's face lit up with smug satisfaction. "See? Told you."

He shot her a look—cold, superior. "Save it. I told you already. Begging won't work. I'm not coming home."

Seraphina pulled out the divorce papers, then held out a pen. "I need you to sign this."

Cedric glanced at the thin stack—no cover page. He figured he knew what it was, then didn't bother reading.

"Good. At least you're smart enough to hand over the house. Would've saved us both a lot of trouble if you'd just done this from the start."

He scrawled his signature without a second thought. "Now go. I'm busy."

He pulled Ophelia closer, like he wanted Seraphina to see.

Seraphina knew he'd misunderstood the papers. But she didn't correct him. "Fine. Bye."

She turned and walked out. Behind her, Cedric's voice carried through the door. "Told you—she can't stay away from me!"

In the hallway, Seraphina stopped. She looked down at the papers in her hand. She flipped to the last page—the one with "Divorce Papers" printed at the top.

Then she looked at his signature and smiled.