No Wife, No Life Chapter 43

Alex took a moment before finally looking up, his brows knitted together, and his voice heavy.

"Get our best fashion designer to recreate the exact same piece."

The destroyed item was gone for good, and this was the only way he could think of to make up for his mistake. But he wasn't sure if this would really fix everything.

It was like a shattered mirror; even if he pieced it back together, it would still be incomplete, never the same as before.

Alex felt a deep sadness.

A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts.

"Come in," he called out.

The door opened, and the lawyer walked in briskly.

He glanced at Travis, nodded, and then walked straight to Alex.

"Mr. Lavien, the documents you requested have been redrafted. Everything is as you instructed."

The lawyer adjusted his glasses, took a stack of documents from his briefcase, and handed them to Alex.

The words "Divorce Agreement" were prominently displayed on the top.

It felt like a nail piercing his eyes, and Alex couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart.

Just days ago, he had been eager to sign this divorce agreement, but now that it was in front of him, he hesitated.

Was divorce really what he wanted?

"Mr. Lavien, is there anything else that needs to be changed?" the lawyer asked cautiously, unable to read Alex's thoughts.

Alex looked tired.

"No," he said, waving his hand to indicate the lawyer could leave.

The lawyer nodded respectfully, bid farewell to Travis, and quickly left.

Alex didn't even look at the document. He opened a drawer and shoved it inside, as if it were a secret that couldn't see the light of day.

Once the office door closed, Travis exclaimed, "Alex, you can't seriously be divorcing Harper, can you?"

Travis had sensed something was off between them, but seeing the divorce papers confirmed it.

Before Alex could respond, Travis continued angrily, "Are you out of your mind? Don't tell me this is all because of Emily."

Alex remained silent.

What could he say at this point?

Travis's expression turned disdainful. "How can she compare to Harper? What do you see in her? Her looks, her body, her personality, or her abilities?"

In every aspect, Emily couldn't hold a candle to Harper.

If Harper was a swan, then Emily was, at best, a duck in a dirty pond.

Travis leaned over, his arms pressing on Alex's desk, his eyes fixed on Alex as if trying to drill his words into Alex's mind.

"Alex, you're making a huge mistake. You'll regret this."

He emphasized thickly.

Then he shook his head and walked away.

As he opened the door, he ran into Harper.

She was holding a stack of documents, ready for Alex to sign.

Seeing her, Travis's eyes softened, and he stepped aside to let her in first.

Harper placed the documents on Alex's desk, her tone calm.

"Mr. Lavien, these are the recent documents that need your review."

Alex just nodded, not saying anything.

His deep eyes were fixed on the documents, lost in thought.

Harper didn't say much. As she was about to leave, a wave of nausea hit her, and she couldn't help but retch.

She held onto the edge of the desk, her face pale, almost unable to stand.

"Are you sick?" he asked, his voice hoarse but still cold.

After the nausea passed, she looked a lot better.

She grabbed a tissue, wiped her lips, and said lightly, "I'm fine."

Alex stared at her like he was seeing her for the first time.

Travis was right; she was stunning.

Her radiant skin, clear eyes, and slightly parted pink lips gave off a mix of brightness and coolness.

But the scar on her forehead was still there, a constant reminder of the past he couldn't escape.

A pang of guilt hit him.

"What did Frank say about yesterday's check-up?" he suddenly asked, his voice muffled.

Harper's heart skipped a beat.

Why was he asking this? Did Frank tell him something?

No, Frank had promised to keep it confidential, and she trusted him.

She smiled faintly, looking unconcerned.

"Nothing serious. I'm just tired. I need some rest."

His gaze bore into her, as if trying to see through her.

"When is the company's employee health check-up?" he asked coldly.

Harper was taken aback but quickly replied, "In two months."

Alex's tone was icy. "You know the company's regulations."

"Of course," Harper said, her face unchanged.

She had known this when she joined the Lavien Group.

For the safety of the employees, the company required pregnant female employees to take leave and rest at home. So there was an unwritten rule that every three months, a health check-up was conducted. Harper understood his implication.

He was probing if she was pregnant.

She met his gaze without flinching, but her heart grew colder.

"Harper, you know we can't have a child between us."

"If you get pregnant, you must have an abortion. I don't want it."

He told her decisively.

Instinctively, her hand touched her abdomen.

It was only a month, the fetus hadn't formed, and it wouldn't move, but she felt a slight flutter.

She believed that if he knew she was pregnant, he would drag her to terminate it without hesitation.

So she took a deep breath, looking at Alex with a resolute gaze.

"Mr. Lavien, is the divorce agreement ready? I saw the lawyer earlier."

Her tone was indifferent, as if discussing something trivial.

Alex's eyes turned cold, and his face darkened.

"Sign it," she said slowly.

He had been the one to propose the divorce, but now she was the one demanding it.

In such a short time, their roles seemed to have reversed.

Alex looked at her, a cold smile forming on his lips.

He opened the drawer, took out the divorce agreement, and threw it on the desk.

Harper walked over, took the agreement, and without reviewing the details, quickly signed her name.

"Mr. Lavien, I'll have my agent handle the divorce proceedings in court as quickly as possible. And I need to take half a day off this afternoon."

As soon as she signed, she was ready to handle the rest of the divorce process, showing her eagerness to end it.

"For what?" he asked instinctively.

Harper's eyes sparkled, and she smiled lightly.

"It's personal, not work-related, so Mr. Lavien, I don't need to report to you anymore."

From now on, they were just boss and subordinate. What she did had nothing to do with him.

As she turned to leave, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.