For the next few days, Shawn returned home on time. I didn’t have time to care about him, though. I was busy handing over my work.
I thought life would continue peacefully like this until the day I left. But one day, I found a name change application in the study when I was tidying my things there. It was dated two months back, and Shawn was the applicant.
I was taken aback. I continued rummaging in the study until I found a certificate that indicated Neil’s name had been legally changed from “Neil Green” to “Neil Johnson”.
That was the final nail in the coffin—it hardened my heart, which had started softening a little due to Shawn’s actions.
I headed to the living room with the certificate and a divorce agreement, which Shawn had given me in the past.
He and Jill were watching a movie in the living room. He saw me but had yet to ask me what I was doing there when I held out the certificate. He looked down at it. Then, his expression twisted in panic.
“Jolene… Honey, I can explain! This is… Neil is so young; I couldn’t bear…” he stammered.
His words made me laugh self-deprecatingly. “You’re truly something, Shawn. You got yourself a son without me even knowing.”
He paled at my words and moved his lips a few times but didn’t make a sound. I merely watched him coldly before holding out the divorce agreement. “Let’s get a divorce, Shawn. I’ve already signed the papers. There’s no need for you to fake a divorce for Jill’s sake now—I’ll give you what you want.”
