Chapter 4

Roxanne nodded. "That's me." "This is a delivery for you," the courier man said, handing her a receipt. "Could you sign here, please?" She took the receipt, signed it, and handed it back to him. He then passed her a document envelope. "Thank you," she said, closing the door behind her. Opening the envelope, she saw the divorce agreement she had drafted, now signed by Sebastian. Her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. Placing the envelope on the table, she turned on her laptop. His signature confirmed that he had agreed to the division of assets she had outlined. The process of dividing their assets would require some paperwork. She gathered the necessary documents—copies of her ID, bank account information, and a newly opened investment fund account. She even prepared a power of attorney letter, authorizing Sebastian to act as her divorce attorney to handle the formalities on her behalf. After organizing everything neatly into the envelope, she called a courier to deliver it to Sebastian's law firm. At the law firm, Sebastian had just sat down at his desk when his colleague, Jerome Lloyd, walked in, escorting the courier. Sebastian didn't have an assistant now that Lexi had been arrested. "Mr. Smith, this delivery is from Ms. Grayson. Could you please sign for it?" Sebastian signed the receipt and took the envelope. Once alone in his office, he opened it. Flipping through the contents, he frowned. Was she still not done with this? But when he reached the power of attorney letter, he froze. She was appointing him as her divorce attorney? She didn't want to show up in person? Ridiculous. Fine. Even now, he was convinced she was simply throwing a tantrum. He couldn't fathom the idea that she might not love him anymore. She had loved him so deeply that he had come to think of love as an infinite well, something that could never be depleted. But love could fade. Sitting at his desk, he started to process the division of assets. Since she had already provided her bank and fund account information, all he had to do was transfer her share. The cars were simple, as they had one each, and both were already in separate names. The house required some paperwork, but she had included the necessary documents. Even the divorce certificate could be handled without her presence, thanks to the power of attorney she had signed. In cases where one party couldn't appear in person, legal representation could facilitate a contested divorce. If she wanted to play games, he would see it through to the end. As one of the top attorneys in Hyverland, he wasted no time. The paperwork was processed, the divorce was finalized, and the certificate was issued in record time. A few days later, everything—including the house deed and divorce certificate—was sent back to Roxanne via courier. She received the delivery just as she was about to head to the police station to retrieve her car. Now that her name had been cleared, the car was no longer impounded. Standing at the hotel entrance, she accepted the package from the courier man. Vivian had arrived to pick her up and saw her talking to the man. Once Roxanne got into the car, Vivian couldn't resist asking, "Who was that?" "A courier man," Roxanne replied, opening the package. Inside were the divorce certificate and other documents. Her expression didn't change much. Vivian glanced over and immediately let out an expletive. "Damn. That was fast." Roxanne smirked faintly. "Pretty efficient." She couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise herself. She hadn't expected everything to go so smoothly—or so quickly. Had she underestimated Sebastian's efficiency? Or… had he wanted the divorce all along? "You doing okay?" Vivian asked, trying to sound supportive. Roxanne put the papers back in the envelope and smiled lightly. "I'm fine." The car was quiet for a moment until Vivian's phone rang. She answered via Bluetooth while keeping her eyes on the road. "Come by tomorrow and pick up a small black pine bonsai for me," a gruff voice said on the other end. "Got it," Vivian replied before glancing at Roxanne. "Rox's with me—" Before she could finish, the line went dead. "That stubborn old man," Vivian muttered, closing the call window. "He's still mad at you, you know." Roxanne's hand tightened slightly around the envelope. Vivian kept her focus on the road. "Honestly, Sebastian is a piece of work. You know, when you married him, my old man retired early. That's how much it messed with him. "Can you imagine how big of a deal your marriage to Sebastian was to him? To this day, he can't hear your name without shaking his head. And the worst part? Sebastian didn't even appreciate you." Roxanne lowered her eyes, feeling a sharp sting of guilt. Back then, Lawrence Sullivan and Antoine Devine had competed for a senior academic title. Both had been associate professors vying for a full professorship. Lawrence's trump card had been Roxanne, and Antoine's had been Sebastian. Their rivalry had extended to international competitions, essentially turning into a showdown between their protégés. In the end, Roxanne had withdrawn, dealing a massive blow to Lawrence. But what had crushed him even more was that his star pupil not only abandoned her legal career but also ended up cooking and cleaning for Antoine's prized student—a humiliation that had felt akin to washing his rival's feet. From that point on, Lawrence had had to live in Antoine's shadow as he soared to greater heights. He had never fully recovered from the blow and had eventually opted for early retirement. "You know," Vivian said, her voice tinged with bitterness, "because of Sebastian, Antoine's been brought back on contract. All thanks to his star student."