As the call connected, the strains of the 'Happy Birthday' song swelled inside the banquet hall.
Muffled by the heavy double doors, the children's laughter, the guests' applause, and the emcee's exaggerated enthusiasm spilled out in layers.-
Wren stood at the end of the corridor.
Her back was turned to the festivities, her arms still cradling the gift box she had prepared for Leo.
On the other end of the line, Mr. Clarke sounded hesitant.
"Mrs. Langford, did you just say you wanted to consult about a divorce agreement?"
Wren lowered her eyes.
The corridor lights were glaring, casting stark relief on the prominent veins on the back of her hand. Her fingertips gripped the edge of the box, turning white from the force.
She heard herself say, "Yes."
Silence hung on the line for several seconds.
Mr. Clarke had dealt with her a few times. He knew she was Lawrence's wife, and he knew just how flawless this marriage appeared to outsiders.
The CEO of Langford Medical Group, and the eldest daughter of the Whitaker family.
A perfect match in status, a stunning couple in looks.
Whenever people brought them up, they always mentioned how lucky Wren was to land a man like Lawrence.
But only she knew the truth about her so-called luck.
Mr. Clarke lowered his voice. "Are you absolutely sure? A divorce agreement involves shared assets, child custody, visitation rights, as well as equity in Langford Medical and marital property. If this is just a momentary emotional reaction..."
"It's not."
Wren cut him off.
Even she was slightly startled by how easily the words slipped out.
She hadn't realized she was capable of admitting it so calmly.



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