I Begged My Husband 99 Times to See Stardust’s Concert novel Chapter 2

I walked to the nearest hotel and crashed the moment I hit the bed. 

The next morning, I headed straight to work. 

I was late. 

The firm was prestigious.

Alexander was the founder. 

I was just another lawyer. 

The moment I sat down, John from the next cubicle smirked. 

"You seriously skipped the all-hands meeting? Boss's orders?" 

I smiled. 

Alexander never waited for me. 

Why should I wait for him? 

The morning was light.

I finished my work, then opened my laptop and started drafting a divorce agreement. 

Alexander's voice cut in out of nowhere. 

"You're my wife, but you sure don't act like it."

"Throwing a fit, staying out all night—what exactly are you trying to prove?" 

I nodded absently, focused on my screen, and replied offhandedly, "Relax. It won't happen again." 

Because soon, there wouldn't be a next time. 

Once the divorce was finalized, he could go his way, and I'd go mine. 

He hesitated for a second, as if about to throw out some snarky remark—but held back. 

Instead, he said, "Let's have dinner tonight." 

Then his gaze flickered to my screen. 

"Since when do you take divorce cases?" 

I went to the restaurant alone. 

I ordered wine, steak, and two servings of their signature roast pigeon—my favorite. 

And I ate both. 

I used to wait for him before starting my meal. 

But after years of waiting, I'd grown used to starving. 

Alexander never showed up. 

And for once, I wasn't even mad. 

I'd waited for him for five years. 

And I was done. 

By the time he finally saw the divorce papers— 

He'd realize they were for us.