She had printed the divorce papers, and all that was left was the right moment to sign them.
His heart sank as he embraced Diana again and buried his face in her neck.
He had been feeling uneasy lately, somehow. Even when he was with Gabriella, his mind often wandered as if something was quietly slipping away from him.
But now, the familiar scent of her hair seemed to settle that restlessness. Holding her tightly, he opened his mouth to speak…
Just then, his phone rang.
Still holding her, he answered the call with one hand.
“Something’s wrong, Mr. Hendrix. Ms. Jackson is in a terrible mental state. She just drank a lot, and now, she’s threatening to harm herself again,” said the person from the other end of the line.
They were so close that Diana heard every word on the phone.
Sure enough, Vincent’s face changed. He immediately released her and turned to leave.
“Don’t you dare go!” Diana screamed. She grabbed his sleeve tightly, and her knuckles paled from the strain.
This was the last time she would try to hold him back.
In that brief moment when he had held her, all their years together had made her resolve waver. But now, she realized what a complete fool she had been. Her brief moment of hesitation now seemed utterly ridiculous.
“Diana, let’s talk when I get back, okay? It’s an emergency. Gabby is naive and impulsive. This is about life and death…” Vincent frowned deeply in worry.
“Vincent,” she interrupted. Her voice was suddenly calm as she smiled faintly at him. “There’s a document I need you to sign…”
She paused and flatly added, “Once you sign it, you’re free to go.”
They would let each other go.
“Okay. Give it to me,” he agreed without hesitation.
Diana handed him the document. He barely glanced at it before swiftly scribbling his name and rushing out the door.
This time, Diana didn’t stop him, just as he wished.
As the door closed behind him, she turned and looked around. The vast villa felt cold and empty.
“Mrs. Hendrix, would you like some dinner?” Maria came over.
“No, thank you. All of you can take the evening off,” Diana softly replied. Then, she returned to her room and began to pack.
There wasn’t much to pack. After all, Gabriella often stayed over in the past year, and if there was anything she liked, Vincent would generously let her have it.
According to him, Gabriella was his younger sister, who had suffered so much in the past. Hence, she had to be cherished.
Plus, Vincent believed that by ultimately choosing Diana, he had hurt Gabriella. After all, he and Gabriella had almost gotten married during those two years he had lost his memory.
They had been just a step away from walking down the aisle.
If Diana were Gabriella, she supposed she would be reluctant to accept it, too.
She stared at the signed divorce papers in her hands. A myriad of thoughts overtook her, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say a word.
In the end, all she could do was silently say, “Mr. Hendrix, I wish you a lifetime of happiness with the one you truly love.”
After that night, she would be gone from his world.
