That night, M left her studio and drove back to the Montgomery residence, carrying with her the printed divorce papers. These documents were custom- tailored by Miranda, who had consulted a renowned divorce attorney to ensure they addressed M''s unique marital situation. Though there were still some uses that needed refining, M couldn''t wait any longer.
After Lysander and his entourage left that afternoon, M had reached out to Miranda to obtain the draft of the divorce agreement. She intended to discuss it at the Montgomery residence that evening. Upon arrival, however, only the housekeeper was present.
It was past ten at night, and both Lysander and Adrian were absent. M could easily guess where they might be, but she held onto Lysander''s promise that he would return that evening. She decided to trust him onest time.
Declining Harper''s offer of a warm,forting soup, M settled herself on the living room sofa to wait.
"Ma''am, your luggage..." Harper assumed M had returned from a business trip and was puzzled as to why she hadn''t brought her belongings back.
"I''m just here to take care of something," M replied offhandedly, as she put on her headphones and immersed herself in thetest international fashion week videos on her phone.
For any fashion designer, the international fashion week is the ultimate stage, and M was no exception. Those who grace this tform are the top designers from world-renowned brands, leading the cutting edge of fashion trends. She was absorbed in the spectacle.
It wasn''t until the clock chimed midnight that M realized neither Lysander nor his son had returned. Her patience wore thin, and she decided to call Lysander.
After a long pause, the call was finally answered. His voice was cold and impatient, "It''ste. What do you want?"
Before M could respond, she heard Giselle''s voice in the background, "Lysander, how does this nightgown look?" The call abruptly ended.
Stunned, M sat there, barely having had a conversation thatsted even half a minute. She lowered her phone and let out a soft, derisiveugh.
During the day, Lysander couldn''t spare her even thirty minutes for a
conversation, and now he wouldn''t even listen to a single word. To him, everything and everyone seemed more important than her. Any promise made to her could be easily broken.
Perhaps it was what she had expected, or maybe she had just grown ustomed to it. M didn''t feel sad, just weary and exhausted. She knew Lysander wouldn''t being home that night, and she didn''t want to wait any longer.
She pulled the signed divorce papers from her bag, marched upstairs to their bedroom, and ced them prominently under the bedsidemp, ensuring they would be the first thing Lysander saw upon his return.
To ensure there were no misunderstandings, she instructed Harper, "When Lysander gets back, make sure to tell him to sign them."
Since Lysander rarely paid her any attention, M relied on someone else to
convey the message. Without waiting for Harper''s response, M habitually took a photo of the divorce papers for her records and then drove away from the Montgomery residence.
Harper, upon seeing the divorce papers on the bedside table, panicked. She couldn''t afford to disturb the master, so she immediately tried to call Lysander to inform him about his wife''s intention to divorce. However, her repeated attempts went unanswered.
"What am I going to do?" she murmured to herself, anxious and unsure. She dared not inform the family elders, fearing it might worsen the fraildy''s health.
That night, Harpery awake, unable to sleep.
...
Over the next two days, M was caught in a whirlwind of activity at herpany and studio. She was busy with interviews to hire new staff, handing over her current projects, and finalizing the details of hertest gown collection and portfolio.
Jasper, whom M had interviewed at the café, had shown promise with his skills. M reached out to him again, but he politely declined, exining that he had already epted a position elsewhere and was preparing to start his new job.