Chapter 3

I didn't hesitate for a second when it was time to sign the papers.

On the contrary, it was George who hesitated until the clerk urged him several times before he finally signed.

When we stepped out of the courthouse, he was still wearing a cold sneer.

"You signed pretty fast... Let's see how you beg me to take you back this time!"

With that, he threw the signed divorce papers right in my face and walked away without looking back.

At that moment, I felt nothing but humiliation and regret.

This wasn’t the first time we had brought up divorce. But the previous times, I was always the one begging and crying for him to stay. No wonder he treated me like trash.

But this time, I was done demeaning myself.

I wiped my tears, calmly took out my phone, and called George's arch-rival.

"Hello?"

Hearing Diego's voice again felt like a lifetime ago.

Seeing that I was silent, he urged, "Sophie? Is that you?"

"Diego, you once said that if I ever got divorced, you would marry me. Does that offer still stand?"

The other end went silent for a moment. Then he asked, "Where are you right now?"

"Diego, you once said that if I ever got divorced, you would marry me. Does that offer still stand?" I repeated.

"Absolutely."

I let out a long breath. After a brief pause, I said, "Okay. Come with me to see my dad."

I figured that if I just brought a man back, my dad probably wouldn't be able to tell if it was George or not.

Lately, he couldn't even recognize me sometimes.