He Cheated, So I Drank the Love Potion Myself Chapter 11

He Cheated, So I Drank the Love Potion Myself Chapter 11

Then I replied to him:

“Okay.”

“When I get back, we’ll get divorced.”

After the message sent, Reed didn’t reply right away.

I didn’t wait.

I put my phone on silent and placed it face down on the nightstand.

The most important thing now was getting a good night’s sleep.

The next day, I slept until noon.

When I turned on my phone, Reed had sent a flood of new messages.

“Divorce? You’re finally willing to sign?”

“What do you mean, ‘when you get back’? I came home. Where are you?”

“Where the hell did you go?”

“Ophelia, you didn’t come home all night?”

“Answer your phone!”

“Ophelia, are you dead?”

I scrolled down, my expression blank.

I had no desire to reply.

I started packing my bags, ready to head back.

After my plane landed, I sent Reed a message.

“Where are you?”

He replied almost instantly.

“The office.”

I didn’t say anything else.

I called an Uber and went straight back to the place I once called home.

I opened the closet and began packing my things.

My friend had already helped me rent a one-bedroom apartment.

My plan was to sign the divorce agreement that afternoon, then move right in.

Everything was happening so fast that even I was surprised.

In my last life, I had fought with all my strength and still couldn’t leave him.

In this life, in just a few short days, I had already dismantled the relationship and was ready to walk away.

I couldn’t help but say softly:

“Ophelia, it turns out you’re pretty damn capable.”