Lawrence Langford found out about Wren Whitaker filing for divorce the following afternoon.
He had just stepped out of a particularly grueling meeting.
Stellaris Medical's online briefing had created ripples fast, and the Langford rehabilitation charity project was being discussed by many in the industry. Some praised Wren's professionalism, while others began to question if Langford Medical Group was using the charity project to bypass data audits.
Lawrence's expression had been dark all day.
He walked into his office to find Xavier already waiting.
"Mr. Langford."
Xavier held a manila folder, his expression unusually grim.
Lawrence glanced at him. "What is it?"
Xavier hesitated, then placed the folder on the desk.
"Documents from the court."
Lawrence paused in the middle of taking off his jacket.
The office fell silent.
Xavier lowered his voice. "It's related to a divorce lawsuit. The plaintiff... is your wife."
Lawrence stared at the folder, acting as if he hadn't heard clearly.
"What did you say?"
Xavier braced himself and repeated, "Your wife has filed for divorce."
It felt as if the air was instantly sucked out of the room.
Lawrence stood before his desk, motionless for a long time.
Lately, Wren hadn't come home, wouldn't answer his calls, refused to explain herself, and had even told him to his face that she wanted a divorce.
But in Lawrence's mind, it was still just her throwing a worse tantrum than usual.
He never truly believed she would push things all the way to court.
Wren had loved him for so many years.
How could she actually file for divorce?
Xavier pushed the folder forward a fraction.
"The legal department has verified it. The documents are real. The court will likely arrange a mediation first."
Mediation.
That single word finally caused Lawrence's face to darken.
He reached out, picked up the envelope, and tore it open.
Inside was a copy of the complaint and a list of materials.
Plaintiff: Wren Whitaker.
Defendant: Lawrence Langford.
Cause of Action: Divorce Dispute.
Lawrence stared at those few lines, his grip tightening.
The paper crumpled sharply under his fingers.
The complaint was written with absolute rationality.
Long-term marital discord.
Separation.
Irretrievable breakdown of the marriage.
The husband maintained an improper relationship with another woman, severely damaging marital affection.
Petition to dissolve the marriage.
Petition to establish visitation arrangements for the minor child.
She hadn't included any emotional outbursts.
No accusations about his coldness.
No listing out every grievance she had suffered over the years.
But precisely because of that, Lawrence found it glaring.
It didn't look like a spur-of-the-moment impulse.
It looked like Wren had already handed down her final sentence on him in her heart.
Lawrence slammed the complaint down on the desk.
"Where is she?"
Xavier replied softly, "She should be at Stellaris."
Lawrence grabbed his phone and called Wren directly.
The first time, no one answered.
The second time, still no answer.



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