The Billionaire's Mistake (Anya and Daniel)

Chapter 37: The Divorce.

Anya was not sure how slie had gotten up that night, but by morning, she had to prepare for her mother’s funeral holding in the afternoon. As time approached, she dressed in all black and went downstairs, just in time for a guest to arrive.

“Mr. Kent,” she greeted the man. He was the one who had drafted she and Daniel’s prenuptial

agreement.

“Please sit,” she offered, but he refused.

“I am sorry, Mrs. Shaw; I came on behalf of my client, Daniel Shaw, to serve you these documents,” he said, handing her the documents in his hand.

Anya took them and had a look. The moment she saw that it was a divorce agreement, she paused, then sighed tiredly. She had always known this day would come. She was the one who had proposed that they divorce. She had always thought she would feel pain when she finally saw the document, but as she stared at the papers in her hand, she felt nothing.

Anya stared at the paper in her hand as though it were no different from toilet paper. She had always known they would have to divorce eventually. But she had never thought that Daniel would deliver such a blow on a day such as this. She almost wanted to laugh. Was this the marriage she had wanted with all her might?

“I have added the transfer of your accepts inherited from late Mr. Shaw to the agreement. When you both divorce, you will be handing everything over to Mr. Shaw as alimony. You can read it through with a lawyer and have us meet,” he started to s

say.

“Do you have a pen?” She asked, and he paused, then nodded before fishing a pen from his bag and handing it to her.

Anya felt like a joke. She was obviously the poorer party, yet in her divorce documents, she was the one paying alimony.

Chapter 37. The Divorce

“You should read that first,” Mr. Kent advised her when he saw her start to sign the last page. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“It’s fine. We have a prep. I do not have a say on how this marriage ends,” she seemed to whisper as she signed her name before handing them back to him.

She thought she would hate him; she thought she would feel pain when they finally separated. But for her, there was nothing to feel. She had loved this man for two years, but at this. moment, she felt absolutely nothing. From the very start, she was the stupid one in this marriage. It started abruptly and ended the same way.

please “I will send my lawyer your number. If there is anything else that needs to be done! contact him. When the certificates are ready, please send them to him. He will contact you soon, “she said, and he nodded. A maid, Mrs. Johnson, saw him out before returning to her

side.

“My condolences, Madam,” Mrs. Johnson said. She was an attentive maid; she already suspected what had happened when she saw Anya’s black dress. “Is today the funeral?” she

asked.

Anya was shocked. She did not know there was a maid who paid attention to her. It seemed her

cries were loud.

“Yes, she wanted to be cremated quickly,” Anya answered. Mrs. J. hnson then recalled why she

came.

“Madam, the main house called. They said you should come back with Mr. Shaw for Mr. Shaw’s birthday in five days,” she said, and Anya paused.

“Relay this information to Mr. Shaw; I have just signed the divorce papers,” Anya said, and Mrs. Johnson’s mouth fell open.

Cupé 3? The Divorce,

“Madam,” her voice cracked slightly.

“Don’t worry too much about me,” Anya said softly. She knew Mrs. Johnson felt bad for her. But she did not need pity. All things come to an end, eventually. Her marriage was no different.

“Please, can you have my things packed by the time I return?” Anya said, and Mrs. Johnson nodded. Anya did not want to rely on anyone, but she felt she needed to leave this house quickly. She still had to handle Stella’s funeral, so she asked Mr. Johnson this favor.

“Of course,” Mrs. Johnson said, and Anya left.

Through out the day, Anya went through with the procedures for her mother’s cremation solemnly. As she was the only one to attend her mother’s funeral, the process was quick but painful.

She could not hold back tears as she was handed the urn containing her mother’s ashes. Tired and weary, she sat in a park for almost an hour.

The wind blew by without care, and the sun that was high in the sky started to recede slowly! After taking a breather, she took a taxi and returned to the Shaw mansion. By the time she returned, it was evening. She entered the house, noticing that the staff were oddly solemn.

They slowly come forward to offer their condolences, all of which she accepted with a small smile before strolling upstairs.

When Anya walked into her room, she found her bags already packed for her. She went through to make sure that she had gotten everything. When she saw that Mrs. Johnson had also packed clothes and jewelry Lena had bought for her to attend the cruise party, she poured out two traveling suit cases and packed up only the things she bought herself.

As much as she knew no one would mind her taking them, she wanted nothing from this family. They would remind her too much of her past back here. She wished to leave everything behind. She did not even want to hear about Daniel ever again.

When she was done packing, she carried her small luggage and left the room. When she got downstairs, she found all the staff waiting for her. The moment she saw their faces, she knew they had heard of her divorce.

She was not close to them and honestly did not know how they felt about her. All she had ever experienced from people around Daniel was hostility.

“Madam…” Mrs. Johnson started to say, but lost her voice. The staff knew that the madam was from a poor family, and the Shaw family did not like her. But while working here, they noticed she stayed away. They felt that they, as staff, felt freer moving around the mansion than she did.

They had judged her at first, but soon started to pity her.

“You all take care of yourselves,” she said to them. They all felt that they would not get to meet her again. Yet they could not find words.

Mr. Shaw actually threw her out the day of her mother’s funeral. They did not understand why Mr. Shaw was so cold to the madam.

“Let me drive you,” an elderly man stepped up to say. He had been her driver for more than three years and never thought that she would divorce Mr. Shaw. He saw when she had first married in and when she moved out the first time. She returned 1. a guest instead of Mr.

Shaw’s wife.

Anya could tell a lot of them pitied her.

“It’s fine; I already called a taxi,” she said. She gave them a small, hollow smile before walking out the door. She got in her taxi and left them without looking back. She had done all that she was capable of. She had put her soul into loving one man, and now that she had let go and was leaving for other things, she had no regrets.

The taxi took her to the airport, where she took a flight back to her hometown.

She and her mother had long planned to move back there when her mother got better. She had even cleared out her apartment and found a small one in the town far away.

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