Chapter 73 Signing the Divorce Agreement
Cecily feared that Darian might have someone watching her recently, so she called in a leave of absence for Griffin at school, asking him to stay at home for the time being, while she still had to go to the office.
Since Cecily had barely slept the night before, she wasn't in the best shape mentally. Upon arriving at the office, she asked her assistant to start her off with a cup of coffee.
When Aurelie saw that Cecily came to work as usual, she rushed into Cecily's office in a flurry, "My God, Cecily, you're too dedicated, showing up with such huge dark circles under your eyes. What did Darian do to you last night?"
"Nothing, I just couldn't sleep. How about you? Sorry you got dragged into this mess and got scared, huh?"
Aurelie shook her head apologetically. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't get away, and Fitzgerald caught me, forcing you to come back and rescue me."
Cecily sipped her coffee and said, "You can't blame yourself. It's not easy to escape from Darian's men. Let's not talk about him. Life goes on, with or without him. How are things going with the endorsement?"
As the conversation shifted to work, both of them became focused. "I've got a meeting scheduled today with their agent."
"Good. Regarding the endorsement fee, we can't skimp on our end. We need to spend to increase our visibility."
"Understood. I'll get to it then, and if you're tired, remember to take a break in the rest room later."
"Sure."
Cecily glanced at the time, couldn't help but yawn, and after downing her entire cup of coffee, she immediately got into work mode.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Ophelia was spicing up last night's events as she retold them to Sandra.
Sandra's face showed disgust, "That woman still doesn't want to divorce Darian?"
Ophelia nodded vigorously, "Yeah, Aunt Sandra, you have no idea how arrogant she is, using her looks to enchant Darian."
Sandra furrowed her brow, "What about Darian's position? Hadn't they already signed a divorce agreement before?"
Darian was now mesmerized by that woman; sure, they had signed the papers, but that was five years ago. The divorce agreement was probably long gone by now. Ophelia, with her sobbing in fits, said, "Aunt Sandra, what should I do now?"
Sandra watched as Ophelia cried inconsolably, then she sobered her expression.
"Does she think she can just decide not to divorce as she pleases? What if the divorce agreement is lost? Just draft another one. Call the lawyer right away to draw up the divorce agreement. I'll go talk to her myself."
Ophelia's eyes lit up at Sandra's words, and she was so happy she momentarily forgot to cry. "Aunt Sandra, are you serious?"
"Of course, I'm serious. Why would I let her keep haunting my son?"
Overjoyed, Ophelia boldly hugged Sandra. "Thank you, Aunt Sandra."
Sandra patted her hand. "No worries. I'm doing it for you, and for Darian. Stop running off to the hospital all the time. Go keep Darian company more often. Let all the vixens around him know that you're the future Mrs. Fitzgerald."
Ophelia offered a coy smile. "I understand, Aunt Sandra. But what about the division of assets in their divorce?"
Darian's money would be hers in the future, and she resented the idea of Cecily getting any share of it.
"She'll get nothing, that's what she deserves," Sandra declared with indignation. "What right does she have to Darian's money after she's had control over him for years and sat in Mrs. Fitzgerald's spot for so long? We're already not asking her to pay us. The idea of her getting money is just ludicrous.”
Hearing that, Ophelia couldn't contain her delight.
That was exactly what she wanted. Cecily wouldn't get a dime from Darian.
"Alright, Aunt Sandra, I understand. I'll go see the lawyer now. Should we consult Darian about this?"
"No need, he's busy with work. We can handle this for him. Once Cecily agrees to sign, we'll have him sign too. Then they can just go to the civil affairs office and pick up the divorce certificate. It's that simple; there's no need to complicate things."
Sandra sipped her tea leisurely and gave Ophelia an encouraging look. "Hurry along now."
"I'm on it."
With glee, Ophelia hurried off to find a lawyer to draft the agreement.
In the afternoon, Cecily left her office and headed home. As her car approached the entrance to her neighborhood, she noticed another vehicle trailing hers. With a sideways glance at the rear-view mirror, she decided not to go straight home. Instead, she pulled into a parking space and stopped.
Sure enough, the following car also came to a halt, and its window rolled down. Ophelia looked out at Cecily with a smile, "Miss Cecily, get in the car. Let's have a chat."
Cecily was puzzled. She really didn't know what made her so memorable that this woman would think of her day after day.
Did her company have nothing better to do? As far as she knew, Elysia's mediocre perfumery skills had somehow landed her the role of head perfumer, which must have been a headache for Ophelia.
With Elysia, who stirred up trouble, it seemed Ophelia could never have a peaceful day.
"Ophelia, do you have nothing else to do?" Cecily asked.
"It's your mother-in-law who wants to speak with you today."
Cecily tilted her head, and that's when she saw Sandra's serious face inside the car.
Sandra looked straight at her, eyes filled with disdain, "Cecily, let's talk."
Cecily let out a cold laugh, "What is there to talk about? You keep accusing me of bothering you, but it's actually the Fitzgerald family who keep showing up at my doorstep, how funny."
Darian did it.
Ophelia did it.
And now, Sandra too.
It was ludicrous.
Did they feel uncomfortable if they didn't see her for even a day?
Sandra frowned, clearly upset at her former daughter-in-law who used to be so obliging but now answered with icy sarcasm.
"Cecily, don't push your luck. I'm trying to have a civil conversation here. Would you rather we settled this with more drastic measures?"
"Miss Cecily, we genuinely have important things to discuss. You surely don't want us to stand off in the middle of the road," Ophelia tried to reason.
Cecily looked around. It seemed she wasn't going to make it home without having this conversation.
"Fine," Cecily said as she got out of her car and climbed into theirs.
About fifteen minutes later, they were seated in a private dining room at a restaurant.
Ophelia acted as if she was there to treat Cecily to a meal, ordering a slew of dishes, "Miss Cecily, order whatever you like, our treat today..."
"Let's just get to the point," Cecily said, her head down as she messaged Griffin to tell him she might be home late.
Ophelia and Sandra locked eyes before Sandra's piercing gaze settled on Cecily. "Cecily, do you not have any manners? We've come here to talk business with you. Could you show a little respect?"
"Is this your first time meeting me? Isn't respect supposed to be mutual? When you demand respect from me, have you shown any towards me?" Cecily laughed sardonically. "Just speak your piece. Spit it out already."
Sandra's expression was stern as she signaled to Ophelia to hand over the divorce agreement to Cecily.
Cecily glanced at the document now in front of her, clearly labeled "Divorce Agreement".
Sandra cut to the chase, "Cecily, sign this. Then, tomorrow you and Darian will head to the city hall to process the divorce papers."
Cecily put down her phone and looked at Sandra with a half-smile, "Didn't I sign one already?"
"We lost it, sign it again."
"Heh."
Cecily raised an eyebrow, picked up the divorce agreement, and quickly noticed it stated, 'the woman shall leave the marriage with nothing.'
Yep, leave with nothing.
In a marriage, typically, the party at fault leaves with nothing.
How did she end up in that situation?
If she recalled correctly, the previous agreement had Darian offering her a billion.
However, this agreement had her leaving empty-handed.
From being offered a billion to getting nothing – even Cecily, who wasn't greedy, found this humiliating.
Cecily laughed casually, tossed the divorce agreement back in front of the two, crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and asked indifferently, "Where's my billion?"
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