Yep. The moment Sandra made such a face, the one at fault could only ever be me.

However, all I was doing now was flipping through the contents of my briefcase to search for the divorce agreement.

I didn't manage to find it in the end. I most likely left it at the restaurant earlier.

"What are you looking for now?" Sandra asked. She shifted to her side and leaned over to look.

I hummed but said nothing further. I didn't like how close she was to me right now.

That night, I ditched the master bedroom and slept in the guestroom instead. My sleep was very peaceful and deep.

…

Considering that I had been seeing Sandra more frequently these two days, I decided to amend the divorce agreement.

I was deep in thought at my desk when Sandra suddenly gave me a phone call. She told me to head to her office and hand in some documents.

I thought about it and decided not to bring up the divorce yet. After all, Sandra hated it when any personal affairs were brought up in her office—especially when it had to do with me.

I hadn't expected William to be there when I arrived.

William was one of our clients' son. He was also a renowned livestream host. He was currently sitting on Sandra's office chair, spritzing some cologne on himself while peering into a mirror.

"You're here, Linc," William called out. There was a somewhat provocative look in his eye as he gazed at me.

I gave him a friendly smile in return, then set the documents on the desk.

I was about to leave when Sandra suddenly called to me.

"Give me my meds, Lincoln."

I glanced at Sandra and instantly understood why.

Sandra was born in wealth and luxury. She had a more delicate constitution than most and was allergic to many things, including certain perfumes.

That was why I could never really buy any skincare products after marrying her. She'd even snap at me if I bought different shampoos.

"Do you even care about me anymore?" she would hiss.

I gradually developed a habit of carrying Sandra's allergy meds with me.

Looks-wise, I was a pretty decent fellow. I just stopped grooming myself as much after marriage. In truth, all I needed was a quick wash.

"I didn't bring it," I said. My eyes were fixed on William's cologne.

I wasn't trying to imitate him. Sandra just happened to be allergic to William's cologne.

"I should start paying more attention to how I look once the divorce goes through," I thought to myself.

Irritation appeared in Sandra's gaze. Her tone was laced with disbelief as she spoke. "How could you not have brought it? You know how I get…"

"That's just wrong, Linc. You ought to be more concerned about Sandra," William cut in.

Sandra grew silent. She probably realized she couldn't comment further in the situation we were in.

After all, I'd just forgotten to bring her allergy medication. I wasn't the one causing her allergies to flare up.

"I'll send you back to retrieve it then," Sandra said.

She immediately felt a little embarrassed upon saying so. It was a little inconvenient to send me home just to get her medication for her. She was the one who needed it, not me.

"Go on your own. I have a lunch meeting," I replied.

I did indeed have a lunch meeting.

Besides Sandra, Jasper was the best lawyer to look for when it came to divorce cases. Since I wanted to amend the divorce agreement, I naturally had to get some help.

It wasn't like I could ask Sandra to amend the agreement, right?

…

Jasper and I agreed to have lunch at the cafe beside the firm.

I asked him some questions about the details of the agreement as we ate.

"Are you really going to divorce your wife?" Jasper asked. His eyes were sympathetic.

He wasn't aware that Sandra and I were married. In fact, no one in Kimmel & Partners knew.

Sandra hated it when people's private affairs were brought up in the office, after all.

"Yep. She has another man on the side. But it's no big deal. I've wanted to divorce her for some time now anyway," I said.

Just then, I saw Sandra and William walking into the cafe, all smiles.

Sandra instinctively stopped smiling the moment she saw me. She even took a step back away from William.

I shot both of them a polite smile.

I then called the waiter to switch Jasper and me to a table outside the cafe. The sunlight was just nice right now, and this position ensured we'd not be an eyesore to the lovebirds inside.

I still remembered bumping into Sandra and William at the mall two months ago. What a coincidence it had been.

I had been picking out Sandra's birthday present. Meanwhile, she'd been shopping with William.

I had panicked while William had remained calm. Then, Sandra had flown into a fit of rage. She publicly accused me of stalking her and interfering with her and her client's private discussions.

In the end, I spent the entire day smoking cigarettes outside the mall entrance.

That was why I chose to distance myself from them this time.

The divorce agreement was swiftly amended.

Jasper had some business to attend to, so he gave me further instructions on some of the clauses before leaving.

I sipped on my coffee while basking in the warm sunlight. I then amended the remaining clauses while humming a happy little tune.

"Why don't I drive you back to the firm, Lincoln?" Sandra asked. She was standing by my table with a smile on her face. William was nowhere to be found, much to my surprise.

I glanced at her before wrinkling my nose. "You and your boyfriend sure know how to have a good time."

Sandra was wearing a tight-fitting suit today. There was a beige-colored kerchief tucked in her collar that clearly belonged to William.

The moment Sandra saw it, she tugged it out a little frantically.

"I got distracted while drinking soup earlier, and some of it got onto my collar. Will… William then helped me wipe it off…" Sandra carefully replied.

It didn't bother me too much, though.

"Shall I drive you back to the office?" she asked once more.

I looked at the divorce agreement on my laptop. I was nearly finished amending it at this point.

I then nodded and said apologetically, "Sorry, but I still need a little more time. Could you wait a little longer? I'll be done in a second."

Sandra looked a little cheerful today. She leaned over and glanced at the screen.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A divorce agreement. I'm still amending it," I drawled out as I typed on the keyboard.

I was a little unfamiliar with what was happening right now.

I never dared to make Sandra wait for me whenever she offered to drive me, not even when there was something urgent to deal with.

She'd get incredibly upset otherwise.

This was the first time I made her wait for me.

Sandra's expression changed a little the moment she heard the words "divorce agreement".

I was getting a little stuck while figuring out how to amend the clauses, so I asked, "How do I write a clause that ensures neither party disrupts the other's life after the divorce?"

"Huh? What?" Sandra asked.

Sandra Kimmel, a renowned divorce lawyer in the country, was actually faltering in her own area of expertise.

She even sidestepped my question by asking, "Why is a criminal lawyer like you so interested in divorce agreements?"

I was about to answer her directly when her phone rang. It was William.

I didn't waste any time while Sandra answered the call. I saved the amended agreement and went to see the cafe owner. I asked to borrow their printer.

Happiness bubbled up inside me as I watched the machine print the agreement out.

Outside, Sandra was still on the phone. She was impatiently pacing back and forth. She'd occasionally glance at me through the glass door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I said somewhat apologetically after walking out of the cafe.

It was quite the wait. The printer was a little finicky, and it took 15 minutes to print the agreement.

This was probably the longest Sandra had ever waited for me throughout our past few years of marriage.

Sandra quickly hung up and said, "It's completely fine!"

I really liked how formal and distant she was being. I hoped this would continue post-divorce.

No, that wasn't right. I hoped we would never see each other again after the divorce.

I'd quit my job here at Kimmel & Partners and apply to another firm for work. It might be best if I went to another city to work too.

The thought made me smile.

Sandra thought I was feeling happier now that I was smiling, so she smiled nervously as well.

I then placed the divorce agreement on the table and said quietly, "Let's just get this done today. You can sign right here. Don't worry. You'll benefit greatly when it comes to the assets."

Sandra's smile instantly disappeared from her face.