Emily froze.
Marry someone else?
For a moment, she thought she had misheard.
But Alexander Carter's expression remained cold and indifferent, as if the words he had just spoken meant nothing.
"You already have someone you love?" Emily asked quietly.
Alexander did not answer immediately.
But his silence was already the answer.
Emily suddenly laughed softly, though the sound felt bitter even to her own ears.
Three years of marriage.
And she was nothing more than a temporary placeholder.
"How long?" she asked.
Alexander frowned slightly. "What?"
"How long have you been with her?" Emily repeated, her voice calm but trembling at the edges.
Alexander's gaze darkened.
"That has nothing to do with you."
Nothing to do with her.
Emily lowered her eyes and stared at the divorce agreement again.
So this was how it ended.
Three years ago, the Carter family and the Evans family signed a marriage contract. At that time, the Evans family was on the verge of bankruptcy, and the Carter family helped them in exchange for this marriage.
Everyone said Emily was lucky.
After all, Alexander Carter was the most powerful and richest man in the city.
Handsome, cold, and untouchable.
Countless women dreamed of marrying him.
But only Emily knew the truth.
Alexander had never loved her.
Not even for a single day.
Their marriage was nothing more than a business deal.
Emily took a deep breath.
"If I sign this… will the Carter family continue helping my family?"
Alexander looked at her.
"Yes."
His answer was direct and without hesitation.
"As long as you sign it today, the Carter Group will continue the cooperation with the Evans family."
Emily nodded slowly.
So even now, everything was still a transaction.
Marriage.
Divorce.
All just deals.
She picked up the pen placed on the table.
But before she signed, she suddenly asked:
"Does she know about me?"
Alexander's expression turned slightly colder.
"She doesn't need to."
Emily's heart clenched painfully.
So the woman he loved didn't even know that he had been married.
Emily suddenly realized something.
From the beginning to the end, she had always been the only one who took this marriage seriously.
To Alexander Carter…
She was never his wife.
Just a responsibility.
Emily lowered her head and signed her name slowly.
Emily Evans.
Her handwriting trembled slightly.
But once the final stroke was written, the marriage that lasted three years officially ended.
Alexander took the document and glanced at it.
Satisfied.
"I'll have the lawyer handle the rest," he said calmly.
Emily stood up.
For a moment, she felt strangely empty.
Three years.
Just like that.
"Alexander," she suddenly called his name.
It was the first time in a long while that she had spoken his name without the distance of "Mr. Carter."
Alexander paused slightly.
"Yes?"
Emily looked at him.
The man she had loved silently for three years.
Tall.
Cold.
Perfect.
But now… he was no longer her husband.
"Congratulations," Emily said softly.
Alexander frowned.
"For what?"
Emily smiled faintly.
"For finally getting the woman you love."
Without waiting for his response, she turned around and walked toward the door.
But just before she left, she stopped.
"Don't worry," she said calmly.
"You'll never see me again."
Then she opened the door and walked out.
Alexander stood in the quiet living room, watching the door slowly close.
For some reason, an unfamiliar feeling suddenly appeared in his chest.
But he quickly suppressed it.
After all…
This was exactly what he wanted.