Chapter 3 Encounter Of Three Individuals

• Wrenley had been teetering on the edge of departure but eventually summoned the courage to address him, "Have you received the divorce papers? If you're free tomorrow, we could head to the City Hall and..."
• "I'm content to stay," he interjected, extinguishing his cigarette and igniting another. His gaze bore into her with an icy intensity, his demeanor growing even colder in the crisp night air and his tone echoing the frostiness of his expression.
• Furrowing her brow with concern, she weighed the risk of being seen despite the relative quietness of the television station at night. So, she gritted her teeth, opened the car door, and got in.
• "Anything else?" she inquired, impatience tingeing her tone. She had made her decision and was eager to conclude the conversation.
• Spencer picked up on the underlying meaning in her words and shot her a glance. "Let's not make a scene, okay?" Despite his attempt to appear nonchalant, Wrenley still detected a hint of threat and impatience in his gaze.
• Having grown accustomed to his mannerisms, she discerned that his decision to be here was already a significant concession on his part.
• Wrenley maintained her silence for a beat before fixing him with a serious gaze. "Spencer, I'm adamant about the divorce."
• A weighty silence enveloped them until the car came to a stop in front of her former residence. Spencer leisurely lit another cigarette.
• "Final chance. Are you certain about the divorce?"
• Wrenley offered no response. Instead, she emerged from the car with a determined stride and made her way toward her house. Yet, after only a few paces, she hesitated once more.
• Spencer's thin lips lifted slightly when he thought she regretted it, so he made a motion to step out of the car, only to be halted by her resolute gaze as she turned around.
• "From this moment onward, let's pretend our paths never crossed," she declared.
• Darkness clouded his features, but he composed himself with a cold detachment. His lips curled up in a faint smirk of disdain before he drove off, leaving behind a swirling cloud of dust.
• …
• It was Wrenley's day off, yet she found no comfort in sleeping. Her night was plagued by relentless nightmares. Visions of Spencer's sneering face, his eyes gleaming with malice, followed by haunting scenes of herself confessing to him, only to be met with pity and manipulation. And then came the most agonizing images of all: Spencer in the arms of other women.
• Finally, with an extremely disgusted expression on his face, he spoke, "Do not delude yourself into comparing yourself with her. You will never have my love in this lifetime."
• Her phone rang incessantly, and she reached for it groggily. Her voice was tinged with bitterness as she answered, "Who is calling?"
• Spencer's hand that was signing the signature paused at the sound of her weary voice. His gaze shifted to the newly drafted divorce agreement, and his eyes betrayed a depth of emotion that was impossible to decipher.
• Meanwhile, Wrenley's gaze fell upon the caller ID, and she sat up, her body tense with anticipation. In that moment of silence, neither of them uttered a word; only the sound of their breathing filled the room. Yet, she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the phone, her mind flooded with the haunting images from her dream, her heart aching with an inexplicable pain.
• "Come to the company now to pick up what you want," Spencer's voice cut through the silence. His tone was devoid of warmth, and his words were laden with indifference.
• "What's th—"
• "A divorce agreement."
• The chill in the other person's voice snapped Wrenley back to reality for a moment. She closed her eyes, gradually released her clenched fist, and responded calmly, "I'll come over right away." After ending the call, she found herself muttering while staring at her phone, "If the decision is truly final, then there's no sense in lingering any longer."
• Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, Spencer's expression hardened as he watched her hang up without hesitation.
• "Mr. Pearson, Miss Stewart is here to see you."
• Setting down his phone with a decisive motion, Spencer instructed, "Let her in."
• Yalena entered his office carrying a meal box, her white skirt flowing gracefully as she moved and her long black hair trailing behind her with a subtle hint of fragrance. Her gaze was gentle as she looked at him.
• "Spen, I took the liberty of making your favorite cake from scratch. Would you care for some?"
• Spencer's gaze lingered on her face for a moment while being lost in a whirlwind of memories that flashed through his mind. His eyes reflected the flicker of those past moments before he shifted his attention briefly to the lunch box she was holding.
• Meanwhile, she approached the coffee table and gently retrieved the pastries from inside. Spencer watched in silence as she did so and took a seat opposite her. He observed her with a mixture of emotions as she offered him a pastry with a smile full of tenderness and affection, her eyes speaking volumes of warmth and love.
• "Since we went our separate ways, I haven't made this again. Try it and see if it's as good as before."
• However, Spencer's gaze remained fixed on her, and his expression was inscrutable. "What brings you back again?" he inquired, his tone devoid of emotion.
• A fleeting shadow of hurt crossed Yalena's eyes, but she held onto her composure, refusing to yield. "Don't you want me to return? Are you still blaming me?" Her voice quivered slightly, and the tears threatened to spill over.
• Spencer's brows furrowed, a tense line forming across his lips as he mulled over the situation. Just as he was on the verge of offering a reply, the office door was pushed open.
• Intruding on the tense moment, Liam's voice broke in, tinged with a hint of panic. "Mr. Pearson, Miss Mitchell has arrived..." However, before he could finish his sentence, the sound of his panicked voice was overshadowed by the forceful push of the office door as Wrenley entered without hesitation.