Chapter 4

Sage turned around. “Who gave you permission to throw that away? Pick it back up!”

The receptionist wasn’t afraid of her. “Why waste time on that? Mr. Holcomb’s not gonna read it

anyway. He’s told us to throw everything that you’ve left here for him!”

In the past, Sage worried that Ian would push himself too hard. She would always drop by and deliver

little trinkets and snacks to help him destress. She’d even written him letters to convey her feelings to

him.

So, this was how he’d treated her care and concern. Even a mere receptionist dared to do whatever

she wanted with the things Sage had left!

Sage glared at the receptionist. “Regardless of whether Ian looks at the things I bring, you still don’t

have the right to throw them away. Now, pick the envelope up!”

The receptionist curled her lip, saying scornfully, “Fine. What’s the point of pretending to be the

president’s wife when you’re just clinging to him like the sorry woman you are?”

“You—”

“What’s going on here?”

Sage was about to make the receptionist apologize when a man’s stern voice rang out. She turned to

see it was Ian’s assistant, Terry Zane. And beside him was Ian, who wore a black tailor-made suit.

He was handsome, and his complexion was flawless. Even with an icy expression, he was charismatic.

In the past, Sage’s heart would always race, and she would blush when she saw him. She would speak

to him shyly and tenderly. Now, she didn’t even want to say a word to him.

“Mrs. Holcomb,” Terry greeted her politely.

Sage didn’t respond to him gleefully as she’d done in the past. From beginning to end, Ian had never

acknowledged her as his wife. The fact that Terry had addressed her as “Mrs. Holcomb” was only him

being polite.

“What’s happened here?” Terry didn’t know what Sage was thinking. He repeated his question.

The receptionist glanced at Ian and said in grievance, “Mr. Holcomb instructed us not to accept

anything that Mrs. Holcomb brought, but she kept forcing me to deliver an envelope to him. I didn’t dare

to go against her, so …”

At that, Ian scowled. He turned to Sage and snarled, “Who gave you the right to boss people around

like this?”

Sage said truthfully, “I did nothing of the sort, and I didn’t force her to do anything. She threw my things

away, so I—”

“That’s enough!” Ian interrupted her impatiently. “You’re the one in the wrong, yet you keep trying to

shift the blame. You’re beyond rescue, Sage!”

He hadn’t even bothered to find out the whole truth before deciding that she was in the wrong. It was

no wonder the receptionist had the nerve to frame her. She supposed that in Ian’s eyes, she had and

always would be a horrendous person.

Sage couldn’t be bothered to explain any further. She smiled faintly. “You won’t need to bear with me

for much longer.”

She picked the envelope up from the trash can and continued, “I’ve drawn up a divorce agreement.

Let’s go get the divorce settled before City Hall closes for the day.”

When Terry heard this, he surreptitiously waved the receptionist away and backed away from them.

“I called and messaged you, but you never answered or replied. That’s why I came to the company.”

Sage handed the envelope to him.

Ian didn’t accept it. He sneered. “Is this all that you’ve come up with after laying low for a few days? Is

this some new trick?”

Sage’s smile remained in place. “You won’t believe me no matter what I say, anyway. The best way to

prove my innocence is for us to go to City Hall right now.”

Ian’s brows furrowed even tighter when he saw her faint smile and emotionless gaze. He’d never seen

her like this before.

Sage had shamelessly chased after him for years. She’d pulled all sorts of tricks to marry him. Now,

she was demanding a divorce? It was the biggest joke of the century! He bet this was yet another way

to attract his attention.

“Since you’re in such a rush to head to City Hall, you must have something else lying in wait there for

me,” Ian said coldly. “Don’t you have anything to do other than clinging to me and harassing me?”

To Ian, all of Sage’s love and care was nothing more than harassment and trouble. Once again, Sage

was glad that she’d woken up from her dream. She pulled the divorce agreement out of the envelope.

“Look, you can sign the divorce papers now. At least that’ll prove that I’m not harassing you.”

Ian’s patience ran out as he looked at the divorce agreement. Since Sage wanted to throw a tantrum by

demanding a divorce, he would make her wish come true!