I'm Not Your Mother

In fact, Yohan had already drafted the divorce agreement on the day of Emily's return. He had been wanting to get a divorce for the longest time, then tried to pursue Emily again.

As he wished, I contacted Joshua Ziegler, the Palmers' lawyer, and went to Yohan's company.

"I agree to the divorce," I said as I looked at him calmly.

Yohan seemed surprised.

Joshua handed out a copy of the divorce agreement to the both of us. I was quick to put down my signature on the agreement.

However, Yohan hesitated just as he was about to sign it. His fingers went white from gripping the pen so tightly.

Joshua slowly said, "You can take some time to think it over before signing it, Mr. Palmer."

I understand how Yohan felt. It was possible to get attached to a pet dog—what more to me when I have been trailing after him for the past 16 years?

"Julian will stay with me," he said as he looked at me tentatively.

I nodded—I no longer wanted anything to do with the both of them. Meanwhile, Yohan looked at me intensely, as if trying to find any traces of sadness, hurt, or reluctance. However, he found none on me.

He tightened his grip on the pen, signing his name forcefully with obvious anger. Meanwhile, I was only focused on the asset settlement agreement.

I then left Yohan's office feeling satisfied.

Joshua tensed up in the quiet and empty office. He could feel the iciness radiating off Yohan. "Should we make news of your divorce public, Mr. Palmer?"

"No need. She's just throwing a tantrum." Yohan seemed to be relieved hearing his own words—even his furrowed brows relaxed. "Keep this under wraps—my wife will return on her own."

He figured that it was because I lost my memories that I had forgotten about him and Julian—surely I would remember them soon since I loved them both so much.

The doctor had said that the memory loss was only temporary. He was sure that I would come back crying once I remembered everything, begging for him to take me back.

Yohan deemed the divorce as a punishment for the way I had forgotten all about them so easily. He would forgive and remarry me once I came back crying and apologizing to him.

His frustration faded immediately as he picked up the coffee on the desk and took a sip.

Joshua was sweating profusely. He took out a tissue to wipe the beads of sweat off his forehead.

He wasn't so sure that I was only throwing a tantrum when I had even signed the divorce agreement and split our assets.

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I thought I'd feel sad as I was about to leave the house—it was where I had stayed for the past six years after all. But instead, I felt a surprising sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I was not someone's wife and mother anymore. I no longer needed to please anyone or worry about people not liking me.

While Yohan and Julian were both out, I called three trucks and spent a small fortune hiring three moving companies.

I had all my luxury goods packed—bags, clothes, jewelries, skincare products—and took them with me.

I also grabbed my baking supplies, an entire cabinet of carefully chosen designer cutleries, several pieces of furniture I was used to, and all the decorations I had bought.

I even packed away the expensive gifts I bought for Yohan and Julian. They have never liked the gifts and they'd been stored away in the back of the closet—they wouldn't even realize the gifts were gone.

If that was the case, they were better off being sold second-hand, so they can still serve their final purpose. After all, we were divorced, they might feel off-putting if they were to see these things again.

There was a lot to pack, but luckily I hired three moving companies with enough manpower. Everything was packed and loaded in less than two hours.

The house felt empty all of a sudden. Yohan would probably find the house much cleaner and tidier when he came back later. He never liked having too many things around, and now they were all gone.

I thoughtfully left plenty of space for his future wife who would be moving in soon.