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“Divorce?” He abruptly looked up, staring at the lawyer: “Say that again?”
The lawyer took a document from his briefcase. It bore a vivid, legally binding seal.
“Mr. Lu, this is the court-issued divorce decree that has already gone into effect. Additionally, Ms. Elara asked me to convey a message to you.”
The lawyer cleared his throat and repeated: “She said, ‘Dax, in this life and the last, we’re even. From now on, our worlds are separate, and I’ll never look back.”
“This is impossible…”
How could this be? How could she truly divorce him?
Hadn’t she also been reborn? Hadn’t she cried and said she would love him properly in this life?
Why had it come to this?
When did she file for the decree?
A scene he had ignored abruptly crashed into his mind.
That day in the collection room, when he had casually signed that document to appease Seraphina!
So, she had been planning her escape from that very moment.
And at that time, he had been letting his hormones dictate his actions, playing along with that
dancer just for show.
An overwhelming wave of remorse surged through him.
But regret was useless now.
He flipped to the last page of the decree and saw the effective date: July 15th.
It was the same day he had sent her onto that death ship.
Both her very existence and the last thread of connection between them were buried by his own hands on the same day.
In this life, they could have had a fresh start, but because of his ridiculous tests and revenge.
He had pushed her step by step to a dead end, ultimately sending her to her death with his own
hands.
The light in Dax’s eyes dimmed inch by inch, finally settling into utter stillness.
In the previous life, he had been reborn after exploding with her.
So this time, if he died in the very ocean that swallowed her, could he also be reborn again?
That way, could he catch her once more?
At this thought, Dax moved like a puppet from whom the soul had been drawn, stiffly walking to the hospital rooftop and climbing over the railing.
Just a second before he was about to jump, a sudden, urgent ringing cut through the silence.
On the other end of the line, it was Mr. Henderson’s tearful voice: “Master, Grandpa Arthur… he’s
awake!”
