Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again

Charles was her childhood friend, a typical man born with a silver spoon.

Looking over at Sonia, Charles asked tentatively, "You’ve finally made up your mind?"

"I’ve never been so sure."

Sonia had a smile on her lips ever since she came out of the house.

She was already an exquisite and beautiful lady, and this smile seemed to clear away the haze that had been looming over her face for many years, causing her face to brighten up in an instant.

Charles sighed.

"I thought you would never wake up for the rest of your life.

I’d really been worried sick for you in the past six years.

What do you even like about that sc*mbag anyway?"

Sonia nodded.

"I know, right.

Why was I so dumb?"

"Fortunately, you’ve opened your eyes now.

Another six years with him, and you’d be old and wrinkly,"

Charles continued jokingly.

"I’ve already thought about it—if you got kicked out when you got old, I’d reluctantly marry you, then we’d be companions.

I mean, we grew up together, after all,"

he added.

Sonia rolled her eyes at him.

"Shut your mouth."

is the divorce agreement you told me to

a look

the stack of documents, Sonia casually

take

don’t want to end up owing him anything

signed her name without

so happy, Charles couldn’t help but smile

at

the pen and raised her eyebrows

to

"Okay, milady."

floor of the hospital was exclusive to VIP

Room 1203, Sonia knocked on the door before she pressed the

was hiding in

and his voice was as cold as

"Why are you here?"

from her bag slowly and handed it

this, and I will

Toby took a look, his face darkened a little, and his voice

"You want a divorce?"

"What do you think?"

hair behind her ears and smiled softly, albeit

hard for you these six

your suffering after signing this, won’t

Toby raised his eyebrows.

solemn—he wasn’t sure what trick she was trying

Tina called out to him weakly on the hospital bed,

sounded like a

cast his gaze on Sonia’s

about this

and don’t

it