“Call the police, ” I said as I pulled out my phone.
“Since you want to know who the real culprit is, let the police investigate it.”
“Shut up!”
Callum swiped the vase filled with roses from the vanity and knocked it to the floor.
He looked at me with utter contempt.
“You have no shame, Eloise. My family still has a reputation to protect. You’re so disgusting.”
Two years of intimacy, three years of sharing a bed, and in the end, he had only that to say about me.
“You’re no better,” I scoffed, then handed him the divorce agreement once again.
“Since we’re both tired of each other, it’s better to just get this divorce over and done with.”
“Fine. I’d be a fool not to sign it now,” he said haughtily as he quickly signed the papers before tossing them to Paul.
Then he kicked the door open and left with Hannah in his arms.
I stared at the disarray in the room, then slowly removed my wedding band and placed it on the table.
Then I grabbed the suitcase I had packed earlier and headed toward the airport.
Before boarding the plane, I sent him one last message.
[Let’s part ways, and never meet again.]
After sending it, I turned off my phone and boarded the flight to Azure City.
