Those three years she quietly devoted herself were now, in this moment, flung back in her face by Adam, painfully cold, yet they snapped her fully awake.
The hatred in the depths of her eyes grew deeper as she looked at Adam. Her voice was firm but carried an extreme chill and decisiveness.
"Adam Jones, hurry up and sign the papers!"
Having said that, she turned around, straightened her spine, and walked away with long strides in front of them, her departing silhouette as arrogantly proud as a peacock that disdained everyone else.
Adam watched her retreating figure, her spine straightened, squinting his eyes, his gaze deepening, while the resentment she revealed when asking him to sign was so apparent that it genuinely rattled his heart.
She wanted a divorce, very firmly wanting a divorce, and never had Adam been so sure of this as he was at that moment.
