Custody of the child would temporarily go to Lawrence, but she requested fixed visitation rights, holiday companionship, and retained the right to reapply for custody later.
She wrote with clarity, restraint, and absolute lucidity.
No messy entanglements.
Not even an exorbitant demand for money.
She just wanted to leave.
This realization was even harder for Lawrence to accept than the lawsuit itself.
If she had demanded money, equity, or used their son to threaten him, he could have handled it calmly.
But she wanted nothing.
She just didn't want him.
Gripping the agreement, Lawrence's voice grew freezing cold.
"Wren, are you really in that much of a rush?"
On the other end, Wren stayed silent for a moment.
When she spoke again, her voice was soft but crystal clear.
"Lawrence, I'm not in a rush."
"I've just endured enough."
With that, she hung up.
Listening to the dial tone, Lawrence's expression grew terrifyingly dark.
Outside the office door, Willow happened to be walking in.
She had originally come to drop off the revised rehabilitation project proposal, but caught the words "divorce lawsuit" at the door.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Wren actually filed for divorce.
The news struck like a thunderbolt, yet it also felt like a door swinging open.
Willow suppressed her excitement and put on a worried look.
"Lawrence, is Wren..."
Lawrence looked up.
His gaze was so cold that Willow swallowed the rest of her sentence.
Lawrence slapped the agreement onto the desk.
"Get out."
Willow's face paled.
"Lawrence, I'm just worried about you."
"I said get out."
Willow's eyes immediately reddened.
But this time, Lawrence didn't coax her.
He didn't even spare her another glance.
Willow could only retreat with the documents in hand.
After the door clicked shut, she stood in the hallway, her fingers curling tightly.
Wren filing for divorce.
This should have been exactly what she wanted.
But why was Lawrence's first reaction upon finding out not relief, nor coming to find her?
Instead, it was a loss of control.
It was fury.
It was the sheer disbelief of a man who had just had something stolen from him.
Willow suddenly felt a wave of unease.
She wanted the position of Mrs. Langford.
But for the first time, she realized that even if Wren didn't want the title anymore, Lawrence might not immediately hand it to her.
Back in the office, Lawrence sank into his chair.
The agreement lay open on the desk.
The court complaint lay right beside it.
Two documents—one from days ago, one from today.
It was as if Wren had given him two farewells.
The first time, she handed the choice over to him.
He hadn't looked at it.
The second time, she dragged him to court.
Lawrence closed his eyes.
The burning anger in his chest refused to subside.



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