Right then, she wasn't acting like a wife divorcing her husband, but more like a businesswoman negotiating a deal.
Evan was at a loss for words. He stared at Emma, his eyes filled with confusion.
“We’ve settled the shares, so let's move on to the division of assets. You can flip the page and see for yourself. It lists all of your post-marital assets that I'm aware of. Legally, we should split them evenly. What do you think?”
Emma smiled as she looked at Evan.
“...Emma.”
Instead of answering her, Evan stood up, his expression slowly darkening, the initial calm completely gone.
“Yes, I’m listening. Go on.”
Her relaxed, almost careless posture cut Evan to the quick.
It was as if they weren't discussing the division of their assets in a divorce, but some trivial, insignificant matter.
“Are you really going to divorce me?”
Emma felt like she was getting tired of hearing that question. From the moment she decided to divorce him to signing the papers, she’d heard it at least ten times.
“I’ve already signed the divorce papers with you. Do you still think I’m joking?”
Emma let out a soft laugh. There was no mockery or scorn in it; she was simply amused by his question once again.
“But you...” *Aren’t you pregnant?*
Evan swallowed the rest of the sentence before it could escape. He looked at Emma with utter disbelief.
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