Out of Ashes Into His Heart novel Chapter 18

I never thought that at this point, Gavin would still feign ignorance.

It was really exhausting.

I turned around and pulled out another copy of the divorce agreement from my bag. "Sign it right now and leave. You're not welcome here."

Gavin's face darkened as he attempted to tear up the document.

"Go ahead. I've got plenty of copies with me," I coldly said before he could tear it up.

Gavin paused for a moment before he tore up the divorce agreement into shreds and flung them into the air. Tiny scraps of paper floated down to the ground like snow.

I turned around and took out yet another divorce agreement. "Sign it," I calmly said.

Gavin looked at me with a puzzled frown on his face, as if he could not recognize me. "Grace, you never used to be like this."

"That's right. Maybe I've had enough of pretending to be who I'm not…" I smiled dryly.

The old me had loved Gavin so deeply that I had put him above me. I had bent over backward to accommodate his tantrums to the point where I had not been myself.

"I will never agree to the divorce." Gavin did not even take one look at the divorce agreement. "Grace, you can forget about it!"

With that, Gavin turned around and stormed off in a huff, slamming the door behind him.

The loud bang made me wince and I closed my eyes tightly.

I hadn't expected Gavin to refuse the divorce.

Knowing his power and influence, if he decided to interfere with the divorce process, leaving him might not be easy.

Feeling frustrated, I grabbed a broom and began sweeping up the scattered scraps of paper and throwing them into the bin. Suddenly, something came to my mind.

"You want a divorce? I'll help you."

I froze as I remembered Tom's words.

I quickly pulled out my phone and searched for his number. Just as I pressed the dial button, I suddenly felt that asking someone for help over the phone seemed a bit…insincere.

As I was about to hang up the phone so that I could see him in person, the call connected.

"Hello?" His deep voice resonated through the receiver like the magnetic notes of a cello.

"Oh! I…" I did not expect him to pick up the call so quickly after just a few seconds of ringing.

"I wanted to thank you for your help last time. Are you free in the next few days? I would like to buy you dinner…"

"I'm free."

Hearing his swift response calmed my nerves. "So… How about tonight?"

"Sure."

I let out a sigh of relief. "In that case, I'll send you the time and place in a bit."

"Great," Tom said, pausing for a moment. "See you tonight."

"See you tonight," I said quickly.

…

Since I was asking for his help, I naturally chose a nicer venue for the meeting, so I picked a high-end fine-dining restaurant.

"Miss, do you have a reservation?" the hostess asked when I arrived.

I was about to open my mouth, but before I could say a word, I heard a low voice come from behind me.

"You're pretty early."

I turned around quickly and saw Tom, standing tall and composed. "Tom?"

I had actually arrived half an hour earlier than the agreed time, so I wasn't expecting him to be even earlier than me.

"I just finished a meeting with a client nearby, so I came straight over," he explained with a soft smile.