When The Cherry Blossoms Fell

“Ms. Arnold, you really should sign this divorce agreement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to Mr. Fisher.”

Jeremy Fisher’s personal lawyer, Cole Stewart, stood in front of Hailey Arnold with an anxious expression. In his hands were a freshly printed divorce agreement, the pages still crisp.

This was the thirty-third time Jeremy had asked to divorce her.

The first time, Hailey climbed onto the rooftop and jumped. She survived but broke one of her legs. The second time, she slashed her wrist with a small knife, and blood flooded half the bathroom. The third time, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and spent three days in the hospital having her stomach pumped.

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Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it.

“Ms. Arnold, you really should sign this divorce agreement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to Mr. Fisher.”

Jeremy Fisher’s personal lawyer, Cole Stewart, stood in front of Hailey Arnold with an anxious expression. In his hands were a freshly printed divorce agreement, the pages still crisp.

This was the thirty-third time Jeremy had asked for a divorce from her. The first time, Hailey climbed onto the rooftop and jumped. She survived but broke one of her legs. The second time, she slashed her wrist with a small knife, and blood flooded half the bathroom. The third time, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and spent three days in the hospital having her stomach pumped.

Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it.

Hailey stood up and walked toward the window.

Cole followed her nervously. “Ms. Arnold, please don’t do anything rash. Mr. Fisher specifically instructed me to ensure your safety…”

Hailey did not respond. She looked out the window, her gaze landing on the massive billboard across the street. On it stood Jeremy, tall and composed in a custom-tailored suit. Beside him was a glamorous woman, Whitney Addams, the heiress of the Addams Group. Everyone said they were a perfect match—a power couple made in heaven. As for her, the woman who was legally Jeremy’s wife, no one even knew she existed.

Cole glanced at the billboard outside, guilt flashing across his face.

He lowered his voice and said cautiously, “Ms. Arnold, you and Mr. Fisher will only be getting a temporary divorce. Your lifestyle and benefits will remain unchanged. As for Mr. Fisher and Miss Addams, it’s all for the company’s successful IPO. Once you sign, Mr. Fisher will transfer fifty percent of the shares to you–”

She had heard that speech so many times that she was sick of it.

“I’ll sign,” Hailey interrupted him, her voice calm and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Cole froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Then, delight spread across his face. “Ms. Arnold, you’ve finally come around.”

Hailey picked up the pen and signed her name on