When Love Breaks (Josephine) novel Chapter 242

The next day, William didn't let Josephine down. He personally went to court with the notarized asset documents, the divorce agreement, the divorce petition, and solid evidence of infidelity to file the lawsuit.

Of course, just like all other divorce processes, the court required pre-trial mediation. The duration of this mediation period could vary depending on the case.

However, William was confident.

With the undeniable evidence of Zayn's affair in their hands, as long as they firmly refused reconciliation and insisted on the divorce, the court would likely take their stance into consideration and shorten the mediation period.

Josephine entrusted everything to William with complete peace of mind.

She had already waited this long—she didn't mind waiting a few more days.

At least now, the divorce proceedings had officially moved to the next stage.

That afternoon, as Josephine was about to leave to meet with the field research team for a film project to finalize the shooting schedule and location, she stepped outside only to find Zayn blocking her at the doorstep.

He looked exhausted, his clothes disheveled.

It seemed he had been up all night and had taken the first flight to Sunvale to see her as soon as possible—he hadn't even had the time to change.

Regardless, Josephine felt no sympathy for him. Her gaze was cold and devoid of any emotion.

And it was precisely that indifference that cut Zayn to the core.

He had thought—hoped—that seeing him so worn out and drained would somehow soften her attitude toward him.

"Josephine, we need to talk."

Josephine let out a quiet sigh. "I've already told you—I don't want to see you or talk to you. If you keep showing up like this, you'll only push me to move somewhere you'll never find me. That won't do you any good."

Move away? But she had already blocked his calls and put his number on the blacklist!

She had already sacrificed too much for him.

Her initial plan had been to return to her home country, debut in the domestic film industry, and continue directing films. Perhaps in three or five years, she would establish herself in the domestic industry, nurture young talent, and create her own film series.

All she wanted was to leave her name in film history. Then, she could finally relax, enjoy life, and live for herself.

But then, Zayn entered her life with a contract marriage, disrupting all her plans.

She had been given a love and a marriage she had never dared to dream of, and had foolishly believed they were real—she even abandoned her career entirely, dedicating herself to being the woman behind Zayn.

Who would have thought that in the end, she would fall so hard and hurt so deeply?

As she looked at Zayn, memories of the night their relationship was defined suddenly resurfaced.

She couldn't help but wonder—had he looked like this back then, too? Like a wild, untamed beast, breathing heavily, full of aggression?