Chapter 37: The Divorce.

Anya was not sure how she 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 a