Chapter 9 Already Divorced?
The CEO office at Empire of Diamonds was silent.
Magnus sat behind his desk, staring at the documents in front of him. His pen moved across the file, signing mechanically, but every few seconds, his hand drifted toward his phone.
He tapped the screen.
No calls. No messages.
His jaw tightened.
He opened the news again. The scandal about him and Celia at the hotel was still trending.
Headlines screamed about the affair. Photos circulated everywhere.
The more he looked, the darker his expression became.
Finally, he slammed his pen onto the desk. The phone clattered loudly in the quiet room.
“Even with this bullshit all over the internet,” he growled, his eyes blazing, “she hasn’t even called to ask about it? Not one damn call?”
His fist slammed against the desk.
“Doesn’t she care at all?”
His chest rose and fell heavily. He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to calm down.
After a moment, he muttered under his breath, “She probably hasn’t seen the news yet.”
A frown formed on his face.
“She’s always busy with work. She probably doesn’t even touch her phone that often.”
He almost convinced himself. A faint smile touched his lips.
Just then, the office door swung open.
His head snapped up.
Sophia stormed inside.
She wasn’t dressed in her usual formal work attire. No elegant dress. No jewelry. No polished look. Instead, she wore a white pleated mini skirt with a slim cashmere sweater tucked neatly at the waist.
For a brief second, something like pleasure flickered in his chest. This was the first time she had come into his office like this. He felt strangely… territorial. As if she had stepped into his personal space.
He immediately stood up from behind his desk, surprise and something dangerously close to softness flashing across his face before he could hide it.
“Sophia?” he said, surprise and restrained happiness mixing in his voice. “What are you doing here?”
But before he could finish—she walked straight toward him.
She stopped on the other side of his desk.
Magnus felt something shift in the air.
She looked at him without warmth.
“We need to talk about our divorce.”
The moment she said the word divorce, the color drained from Magnus’s face.
His spine straightened slowly, shock flashing across his features. He stared at her as if he hadn’t heard correctly.
“You knew Violet wasn’t the only one involved in pushing me into that hotel room with the driver, didn’t you?” she said directly, her voice sharp as glass.
Magnus frowned immediately, caught off guard by the direction of her question.
A second later, he rose to his feet and slipped his hands into his trouser pockets, masking his reaction with a dismissive shrug.
“Why are you digging up something like that?” he said casually. “It’s already being handled. Don’t worry about it.”
Sophia’s expression hardened further.
“I asked you a question,” she said, her voice dropping lower. Colder. “Just answer my question. Did you know Violet wasn’t alone? Did you know someone else helped her trap me into that room?”
Magnus’s jaw tightened.
“Isn’t your best friend famous for knowing everything?” he replied flatly. “She comes from one of the richest families. She knows all the gossip about wealthy circles. Why don’t you ask her?”
“I am asking you.” Her eyes flashed now, the anger no longer contained. “Answer the damn question clearly.”
For a moment, Magnus studied her.
She was terrifyingly calm.
He could see it in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let this go.
He was already in the process of taking over the Thomsons’ business for offending her. Piece by piece, he was dismantling everything they had built. He had planned to crush them completely before telling her.
But if he told her now…
She probably wouldn’t believe him.
So he took a slow breath.
“Yes,” he said finally. “I knew.”
He didn’t explain further.
Silence filled the room.
Sophia’s eyes, which had been blazing moments ago, suddenly went empty. The anger didn’t disappear.
It froze.
She didn’t ask him anything else.
“Thank you, Mr. Graves.”
Her voice was polite.
Magnus felt something twist in his chest.
She calmly took off the bag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a set of papers. She placed them on his desk and slid them across the desk toward him.
“Please sign these divorce papers. We’re done.”
Magnus stared at her, disbelief spreading across his face.
“What—”
“I’ll move out immediately,” she continued, cutting him off without hesitation. “And I’ll inform your mom as well. Don’t worry about it.”
His brows knitted tightly. He stared at her as if he had misheard.
His phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence, but neither of them looked at it.
Sophia met his gaze one last time. Her eyes were cold. Empty.
Then she turned and walked out.
She didn’t slam the door.
She didn’t look back.
She left quietly — as if he wasn’t even worth her anger anymore.
The soft click of the door closing echoed in the office.
Silence.
Magnus stood there, unmoving.
Then his gaze dropped to the papers on the desk.
The bold word at the top burned into his vision.
DIVORCE
His expression darkened. His body tensed, rage flooding through him.
In one swift motion, he snatched the papers off the desk and ripped them apart. The tearing sound split the quiet room.
Without hesitation, he flung the shredded pieces into the air. White scraps scattered around him, drifting to the floor like ruined promises.
“Divorce?” he spat through clenched teeth. “Dream on.”
His chest rose and fell hard, breath rough, fury blazing in his eyes.
“There won’t be any damn divorce,” he said, voice low and shaking with restrained rage, “unless I ask for it!”
***
An hour later, Sophia sat across from Camila, her back straight, her hands folded calmly in her lap.
Camila stared at the divorce papers in her hands, her expression filled with shock and confusion.
“Sophia… divorce? Already?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Sophia lowered her gaze briefly, then looked back up. Her eyes were tired, but firm.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Graves,” she said softly, her voice sincere. “A relationship should not feel like this. I can’t continue with him anymore.”
Camila looked deeply troubled. She reached across the table and took Sophia’s hand in both of hers, squeezing gently.
“I know you two don’t have the best connection,” Camila said carefully, searching for the right words. “But Magnus isn’t a bad person. I promise you, he’s not. He just… he’s stubborn. And a little foolish sometimes.”
She sighed, clearly struggling to defend her own son.
“Talk to him properly. Maybe you both just need more time together.”
Her thumb gently rubbed the back of Sophia’s hand.
“You two are good together. I can see it.”
Sophia didn’t pull her hand away.
But her expression didn’t soften either.
“We are not good together, Mrs. Graves,” Sophia said quietly.
Her back was straight, but her fingers were clasped tightly in her lap. She forced herself to hold Camila’s gaze.
“Please understand. We aren’t compatible. It’s not right to force a relationship when the two people who have to spend their lives together aren’t happy.”
Her voice didn’t shake. It was calm. Honest.
Camila studied her quietly. She sighed under her breath, searching Sophia’s face, looking for hesitation. There was none.
And in that moment, she understood.
There was no going back.
Camila slowly tightened her hold around Sophia’s hand, then nodded.
“Alright,” she said softly. “If this is truly what you want, then I will support you.”
She sighed quietly.
“If you want a divorce from Magnus, then that is what you’ll get. I won’t force you to stay in a marriage where you’re not happy.”
Sophia’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile. Her shoulders loosened slightly, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Graves,” she said, her voice full of relief.
Camila returned the smile, though it wasn’t a happy one. There was disappointment in her eyes, but she hid it well.
She didn’t want to see her son divorced, yet she also refused to trap Sophia in a relationship that made her unhappy. And knowing Magnus’s temper, he could infuriate people without even trying.
If Sophia was this firm, then something serious must have happened.
Sophia hesitated before speaking again.
“Mrs. Graves, I gave Magnus the divorce papers. But he hasn’t signed them yet.”
Camila’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “He hasn’t signed them or he refuses to?”
Sophia lowered her gaze for a moment, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m not sure. But I think… he doesn’t want to sign.”
Camila straightened immediately. A sharp breath left her lips.
“Do you think my money and influence are for decoration?” she said, her tone cool but decisive. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”
Sophia blinked in surprise. “You will?”
“Of course.” Camila reached out and gently patted the top of Sophia’s head, almost like comforting a child. “If you need anything else, tell me. I’ll take care of you.”
Sophia was still stunned. “No… this is already more than enough.”
Camila picked up her phone from the table and dialed a number. Her expression turned completely businesslike.
A minute later, the call connected.
“I need an appointment at the courthouse for a divorce proceeding,” she said calmly.
There was a pause while the person on the other end responded.
“I’m texting you the details. Look through them and prepare everything. I’ll be at the courthouse in an hour.”
She ended the call and slipped her phone back into her purse. Then she stood and extended her hand to Sophia with a small smile.
“Let’s go.”
Sophia stood as well, taking it.
Camila led her out of the mansion.
Within an hour, they were at the courthouse.
Everything moved quickly. Papers were reviewed. Signatures were processed. Formalities were completed.
Before Sophia could fully process what was happening, it was over.