In fact, Yohan had already drafted the divorce agreement on the day of Emily’s return. He had been wanting to get a divorce for the longest time, then tried to pursue Emily again.
As he wished, I contacted Joshua Ziegler, the Palmers’ lawyer, and went to Yohan’s company.
“I agree to the divorce,” I said as I looked at him calmly.
Yohan seemed surprised.
Joshua handed out a copy of the divorce agreement to the both of us. I was quick to put down my signature on the agreement.
However, Yohan hesitated just as he was about to sign it. His fingers went white from gripping the pen so tightly.
Joshua slowly said, “You can take some time to think it over before signing it, Mr. Palmer.”
I understand how Yohan felt. It was possible to get attached to a pet dog—what more to me when I have been trailing after him for the past 16 years?
“Julian will stay with me,” he said as he looked at me tentatively.
I nodded—I no longer wanted anything to do with the both of them. Meanwhile, Yohan looked at me intensely, as if trying to find any traces of sadness, hurt, or reluctance. However, he found none on me.
He tightened his grip on the pen, signing his name forcefully with obvious anger. Meanwhile, I was only focused on the asset settlement agreement.
I then left Yohan’s office feeling satisfied.
Joshua tensed up in the quiet and empty office. He could feel the iciness radiating off Yohan. “Should we make news of your divorce public, Mr. Palmer?”
“No need. She’s just throwing a tantrum.” Yohan seemed to be relieved hearing his own words—even his furrowed brows relaxed. “Keep this under wraps—my wife will return on her own.”
He figured that it was because I lost my memories that I had forgotten about him and Julian—surely I would remember them soon since I loved them both so much.
The doctor had said that the memory loss was only temporary. He was sure that I would come back crying once I remembered everything, begging for him to take me back.
