Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Sophie didn't feel like there was anything she couldn't let go of.

She moved back into her small place, though her belongings kept piling up.

Whether it was Evelyn or Victoria, under the current circumstances, divorcing Matthew was the best arrangement for her.

They'd been talking about divorce for ages, but Matthew had always refused to agree.

Now that he'd finally agreed, there was no way she could back out.

The next day, Sophie took time off work. She grabbed her ID, the marriage certificate, and took a cab to the marriage registry office.

Matthew was already waiting there.

Sophie got out of the car and waved at him, "Morning."

Matthew just shot her a cold look, turned around, and walked into the divorce section of the registry office.

After taking a number, Sophie and Matthew went to wait in line.

There was supposed to be a cooling-off period for divorce, but Evelyn had already made arrangements—they didn't need to wait.

Just like how the groom wasn't present when they got married, but it still went through, the divorce was processed without the waiting period too.

You had to admit, rich people with money could really do whatever they wanted.

When the two certificates were handed to them, those three characters felt pretty heavy.

"Congratulations, you got what you wanted," Matthew said coldly, looking at Sophie. "You can go cash that thirty million now."

Sophie knew he was being sarcastic. She smiled and said, "Thanks for the reminder. I definitely won't let the bank earn an extra day's interest from me."

Matthew couldn't be bothered to look at her. He walked straight to his car and drove off without looking back.

Only after his car left did Sophie's attention return to the certificate in her hand.

A marriage without feelings—divorcing didn't hurt at all, and there was no reluctance either.

Sophie put the certificate in her bag. She didn't go to the bank.

Instead, she went straight to the Moore family mansion.

She returned the check to Evelyn.

"I heard you and Matthew have already divorced," Evelyn had received the news the moment their divorce was finalized. "This is what you deserve."

"When I married Matthew, you already gave me more than enough. I don't deserve this money," Sophie had never intended to take this money from the start.

When she accepted it before, it was only to put Evelyn's mind at ease.

Evelyn raised her elegant eyebrows slightly. "You married Matthew for money. Now I'm giving you money to divorce him—why won't you take it?"

"I admit I married Matthew for money, and I won't take a cent less of what I deserve. As for the divorce, I actually wanted it a long time ago, but Matthew wouldn't agree. Being able to divorce this time is thanks to your thirty million. So, now that it's done, I'm returning it to its rightful owner."

"Not taking it won't make me think any better of you."

Sophie smiled. "You're overthinking it. From the beginning, you were looking for a wife for Matthew with a clear price tag, and I came because I heard about it. Now let's just say the transaction is complete, and we're going our separate ways."

This time, Evelyn really did take another look at her.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

Sophie didn't care what Evelyn thought either way.

After all, she'd achieved her goal.

Divorcing Matthew left a tiny gap in her heart, but it was fine—she could handle it.

Walking out of the Moore Mansion, Sophie stood by the roadside.

In the distance, she saw Matthew's car approaching, getting closer and closer.

The car stopped in front of her, and the window rolled down.

Matthew's face looked terrible. His eyes fell on her face, and he let out a cold laugh before driving away.

Sophie didn't understand what that laugh meant.

Sophie bought flowers, groceries, and a nice set of dinnerware. When she got home, she cleaned the whole place inside and out, arranged the flowers, rested a bit, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Living alone was actually quite pleasant.

Emily asked where she was, and she said she was home.

Soon, Emily showed up with alcohol.

Sophie looked at the case of drinks and frowned. "Why'd you bring so much?"

"You just broke up—don't you want to drink?"

"I didn't break up with anyone."

Sophie went to the kitchen, cut the meat, washed the vegetables, then plugged in the electric grill, brushed it with oil, and laid out slices of pork belly one by one. Soon they were sizzling with oil.

She poured chili powder into a small dish and flipped the meat on the grill.

Emily kept staring at her, watching how she remained enthusiastic about life, completely unaffected by the divorce.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Sophie put the grilled meat in Emily's bowl. "Eat."

"You're really not sad or upset at all?" Emily couldn't understand—it was a divorce, and she didn't care?

Sophie smiled. "Something I've been wanting to happen finally happened—why would I be sad or upset? I'm too happy for that, okay?"

"So I brought this alcohol for nothing?"

"Not for nothing. Having friends over—that's what life's about." Sophie opened two cans and handed one to Emily.

Emily really couldn't see any sign that Sophie was affected at all.

"This is actually good for you," Emily said. "Two years together—I thought you'd at least be a little sad."

"Matthew and I didn't have any emotional entanglement. It wasn't some passionate love affair, so there's nothing to be sad about." Sophie flipped the meat. "Ready to eat."

Emily took a small sip of her drink. "You really don't love him?"

Sophie shook her head. "No."

"I don't believe you."

"Then why'd you ask?" Sophie rolled her eyes at her. "If I said I loved him, would you believe that?"

"Not really."

Sophie was speechless.

The two of them ate meat, drank, talked about Matthew, talked about Joshua, chatted away, and before they knew it, the whole case of drinks Emily brought was empty.

Emily ate so much she couldn't get up. She collapsed on the table, burping. "I'm staying at your place tonight."

"Does Joshua know?"

"He doesn't. I figure Matthew probably needs him for company." Emily closed her eyes. "Matthew was the one who didn't want the divorce—he's definitely upset."

Sophie had her legs propped up on an empty chair, leaning back, and scoffed. "Yeah, right, he's upset."

Just then, Emily's phone rang.

Sophie glanced at her. "Is that Joshua?"

Emily sat up to grab her phone, squinting at it. "Yeah."

She answered.

"I'm at Sophie's. Not coming home tonight. Don't worry about me. Drank a lot. How's Matthew?"

Sophie saw her hang up and frowned. "He's coming to pick you up?"

"Yeah." Emily stared at Sophie. "He said Matthew's been drinking too."

Sophie raised an eyebrow, unconcerned.

Emily stood up, a bit unsteady from all the alcohol.

She wobbled over to the couch and lay down, hugging a pillow. "Let me lie down for a bit. My head's spinning."

Sophie sat still, closing her eyes too.

After who knows how long, someone rang the doorbell.

"Get the door—it's probably Joshua," Emily said with her eyes closed, though she wasn't asleep.

Sophie reluctantly went to open the door.

At the doorway, Joshua was supporting Matthew.

Matthew reeked of alcohol—the smell was almost overpowering.