Seven Years Of Rain Stopped The Day I Signed The Consent Chapter 10

Seven Years Of Rain Stopped The Day I Signed The Consent Chapter 10

A month later, Adrian waited for me outside the County Clerk’s Office, leaning on a cane.

He was so thin he looked almost hollow, his suit hanging loosely from his frame. He looked hollowed out, as if whatever life he had left had been drained from him.

When he saw me approaching, he instinctively straightened.

“Evelyn.”

I nodded without speaking and walked straight inside.

The process went smoothly. The clerk handed us the finalized divorce decree.

“You’re all set. Take care.”

I took the decree and put it in my bag.

Adrian held his copy, his fingers trembling the entire time.

When we walked out of the courthouse, the late-autumn sunlight fell warm across my shoulders.

“Evelyn.”

He called me from behind.

I stopped.

He limped over to me, his eyes red.

“Can I… still see you someday? Even if it’s only from a distance?”

I looked at him, my voice calm.

“Adrian, the truth is, from the moment I signed that D&C consent form at the hospital, you were already dead to me.”

“And dead men don’t need visits.”

Adrian’s tears finally fell.

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. All he could do was gasp for breath.

I did not look at him again. I turned and walked toward the car parked by the curb.

My assistant was waiting beside it.

“Ms. Hart, the signing ceremony with Westbridge Group is ready for this afternoon. If we leave now, we’ll be right on time.”

“Good.”

I opened the door and got in.

As the car pulled away, I glanced into the rearview mirror.

Adrian was still standing there with his cane, looking utterly broken. Across the street, a woman in old clothes with messy hair was staring at him.

It was Chloe.

I had heard she was fired from her last company over suspected fraud, and now she was drowning in debt, chasing Adrian everywhere for money.

I looked away and rolled up the window.

“Ms. Hart, have some water.”

My assistant handed me a cup of warm water.

I took it and drank a little. The warmth settled gently in my stomach.

Outside the window, Seattle’s streets swept past in a blur.

The rain that had lasted seven years had finally stopped for good.

And my life had only just begun.

The sky was clear.