After Nolan signed the divorce papers following that phone call, it wasn't because he had truly given up on me.
He was simply afraid I would expose his relationship with Serenity.
In high society circles, reputation is probably the most valued asset.
When I received the divorce certificate, I felt an indescribable sense of liberation.
I had wasted six years on Nolan.
Now, it was time for me to live for myself.
Without me, Nolan's company stock value plummeted repeatedly.
Some of his old clients never truly believed in Nolan's abilities, no matter how much he tried to reassure them.
They all withdrew their investments one after another.
I ran into Nolan on the street once.
The man had dark circles under his eyes, a vacant stare, and looked utterly exhausted.
He no longer carried himself with his former air of nobility.
Of course, he sought me out more than once.
"Sloane, come back," Nolan pleaded, blocking the entrance to my rented apartment.