和首富妻子冷战一年后，我发了条朋友圈，七斤六两母子平安

After a year of cold war with my wife, I posted on Moments that both mother and child are safe, and the rest of our lives will be female.

Everyone in the group is falsely congratulating us, saying that this couple has finally welcomed a noblewoman.

Just as the atmosphere in the group was lively, I pulled the beauty and my wife into the group. Don't misunderstand, my parents are her original lively group suddenly froze, and reminders of retracted messages came in.

It was because a year ago I contacted a lawyer to change the merger agreement into a divorce agreement, but when I handed the agreement to Mi Cai for her signature,

she was absent-mindedly flipping through the night, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the audience, watching her sign the divorce agreement with ease.

I smiled bitterly; she didn't even realize what she was signing, just like our three years of marriage, she never took it seriously.

Until the sound of her high heels disappeared in the corridor, I slowly loosened my tightly clenched fist. After returning home, I took out everything I had given to Mi Cai over the past three years.

I neatly packed them into boxes, including that bottle of perfume whose outer packaging had gathered dust.

When Mi Cai returned and saw me packing, she asked why I was suddenly organizing these things. I said they were no longer needed and I was preparing to donate them, not looking up.

That's fine; she glanced at the box and didn't continue to ask, turning to go into the bathroom. I watched her back.

Her eyes were calm; if only she opened the box and took a look, she would discover that these were all the love I once had for her.

But she did nothing, just like our three years of marriage; she never truly cared about my feelings and actions, nor did she care about the meaning behind my actions. The next morning,

the waste collector came to pick up the stuff. Watching a box full of past affection being taken as waste, I suddenly felt a heavy burden rise in my heart.

Soon, once the divorce agreement took effect, everything would be over. In the following days, I was busy with the group's merger case, which was the last thing I could do for Ni Cai before the divorce. After it took effect, the company's market value kept rising.

This should have been a matter worth celebrating. On the way back, I kept looking at my tablet without speaking, while Ni Cai glanced at me tiredly.

Counting the various events that had happened during this time, I concluded that it must be because the merger case was too good that I was so distracted.

After thinking for a month, he said next week is the one-year anniversary of the successful merger, and also our third wedding anniversary. Let's go to the Maldives to relax for a few days. I continued to look at the stock market trends without lifting my head. My health hasn't been great lately, so forget it.

That medical school will lock the rooftop restaurant where you can see the entire financial center. He suggested a few more ideas, but I dismissed them for various reasons.

This indifferent attitude is completely different from how he used to light up at the mention of a date. Looking at his puzzled expression, I put down my tablet and said, let's go to the exchange.

At the exchange, you stepped on the sour plum; weren't you the one who worked there first? I smiled and looked again at the listing hall. The carriage fell silent again as I opened the calendar.

November 7th is the effective date of the divorce agreement, and November 7th is not only our wedding anniversary but also the tenth year since we appeared at the exchange. Ending in this memorable place can be considered a proper conclusion. You wouldn't stand me up again, would you?

I half-jokingly asked you when you last stood me up. I didn't answer, just silently recalling the last time was when I accompanied Fang Yuan for a merger and left me alone in the hospital.

The last time was to help him with an acquisition, missing the listing celebration, and another time was because of his investment meeting, missing even the restructuring meeting. A week later,

the autumn sun filled the entire financial street. I changed into that deep blue suit from the merger and took my camera out. Today, I want to document the final farewell.

Ni Cai was already waiting downstairs at the office building. Seeing me all dressed up, his mood lightened. Let's take more photos. We walked into the exchange, just as I began to recount the stories of our first meeting.

Nietzsche's phone suddenly rang. Nietzsche, there was a problem with the data after the hospital reconstruction.

The skeleton plummeted. On the board, it was Fang Yuan's voice. His hand paused, and I turned to see his conflicted expression.

Something happened on Fang Yuan's side. I need to play for an hour first, can I? I asked softly. No, this is really urgent.

He was already packing up. I quietly watched him leave without trying to hold him back. I opened my phone, and Fang Yuan's moments came into view. He looked pale, half-lying on the hospital bed, while Nietzsche held a bowl of plain porridge.

He was patiently blowing on it to cool it down. It turned out this was the important matter that the camouflage mentioned. Compared to me, he always had more important things. At this moment, everything settled down; all of it was an excuse.

He went to accompany Fang Yuan. I looked at this moment and suddenly laughed. It was just Fang Yuan with indigestion, unwilling to give me even the last half hour. Remembering how he hurriedly left just now, I shook my head, camouflage.

If you knew this was our last moment, would you still leave so urgently? No one could give me an answer, and I no longer expected one. I opened my email.

I sent a WeChat message to Lawyer Wu. Today is the last day of the divorce cooling-off period. Do we need any more procedures? The other party quickly replied that everything was already done.

From today, Mr. Yun, you are free. Congratulations on your rebirth. The word 'rebirth' suddenly made me feel that letting go felt like unloading a heavy burden, yet it also felt like losing all weight.

It left me momentarily unsure of how to stand. Back in the office, I began to pack up the last traces of the moments we once fought side by side.

At this moment, everything became memories that needed to be cleared. The cup he made my first cup of coffee in still had a faint lip print on it, and the plan he reviewed for the first time was filled with annotations.

The handwriting was neat yet sharp, and there was that photo of us ringing the bell, with him standing beside me, smiling so brightly.

Sorting through each item felt like a story softly telling those times that could never return. How long is ten years? Long enough for all of a person's obsessions to turn into a face. I folded the letter.

Pressed under that pen, I picked up the luggage I had already packed. This office, which held too many memories, would eventually welcome a new owner. Camouflage, from this moment on, we have no more taboos.

I wish you get what you want. When I left, I didn't look back. At this moment, Camouflage finally dealt with Fang Yuan's company's crisis. I sighed in relief only after seeing his update. Thank you, Camouflage, for your help. This time, it was finally safe and sound.

On the way back, he suddenly remembered today's appointment. He dialed my number but found it was already turned off.

He sent a few messages but still received no response. For the first time in three years, I couldn't be contacted, and a strange panic surged in my heart.

He immediately turned around and headed towards the company. At this time, I was probably still working overtime in the office. But when I entered the office, I found everything neatly arranged.

Only my traces were missing. He hurriedly searched every floor but found nothing. Finally, when Nietzsche suddenly returned to the office, he finally saw the letter quietly lying on the desk from a month ago.

The divorce agreement was signed. From today, we are both free. May you have a bright future, Fang Yuan, and may I not lose my youth from now on.

Every word on the letter seemed to stab deeply into Nietzsche's heart like profit, and his fingers trembled slightly.

It seemed even breathing became difficult. What does it mean for the agreement to be signed? When was the agreement?

The pen in his hand suddenly slipped and hit the table. The document on top was unexpectedly the divorce agreement. His pupils suddenly constricted.

Trembling, he flipped to the last page. My signature was clean and neat, and in the signature column on the left, he saw his own. At that moment, countless details he had ignored surged like a tide.

I completed this carefully planned scheme right under his nose, making him personally sign the divorce agreement, and then quietly left. A surge of anger and panic rose in my heart.