Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 183: A One-Woman Show

Two days later.

Spencer Sawyer and Stella Sinclair walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, each holding a brand-new marriage certificate.

On the marriage certificate photo, Stella Sinclair was beaming, while Spencer Sawyer, beside her, wore a blank expression, as serious as if he were attending a business meeting.

"I have things to do at the office." Spencer Sawyer glanced at his watch, his voice devoid of the warmth and affection expected of a new husband. "Go home by yourself."

Stella Sinclair watched his retreating back as he turned to leave, her heart clenching as if gripped by something.

She hurried forward and hugged Spencer Sawyer tightly from behind.

Her cheek pressed against his crisp suit, and she could smell the faint scent of cedarwood.

"Spencer," she said softly, her voice holding an undeniable firmness. "We’re married now. We should live together."

Spencer Sawyer’s body visibly stiffened, as if he was uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy.

He was silent for a moment before giving a terse reply, "Amberwood Estates, Building 6, Unit A, top floor. The code is 007009."

After speaking, he loosened Stella Sinclair’s hands from him and drove away without a backward glance.

Stella Sinclair committed the numbers to memory, standing forlornly in place. It was as if that hug had been nothing more than a one-woman show.

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「Amberwood Estates.」

Stella Sinclair stood downstairs, looking up at the glass curtain wall that soared into the clouds. The sunlight refracted off the glass, creating a dazzling glare.

She went inside, took the elevator to the top floor, entered the code, and stepped into her luxuriously decorated yet cold "home."

The apartment was huge, decorated in a modern, minimalist style with a black, white, and gray color scheme. It was as neat as a showroom, with almost no signs of life.

Stella Sinclair walked across the cold marble floors, curiously exploring each room.

The master bedroom was spacious and bright. In the walk-in closet, Spencer Sawyer’s suits and shirts hung neatly, all in a monotonous and uniform color palette.

The guest room was just as tidy. In the study, an entire wall of bookshelves was filled with books on business management and finance.

She pushed open a door and discovered a spacious terrace, from which she could overlook the entire city skyline.

A gentle breeze swept through her hair. Stella Sinclair took a deep breath, already starting to plan how to make this cold, sterile space a little warmer.

Her tour complete, Stella Sinclair immediately sprang into action.

First, she called a moving company and asked them to go to the Sutton Family’s residence to pick up the luggage she had already packed.

Then, she carefully selected a high-end restaurant and ordered an exquisite couple’s dinner set.

Soon, the movers arrived with her things. Stella Sinclair adopted the air of the lady of the house, directing them where to place everything.

A few abstract paintings were hung on the living room’s bare walls, the terrace was filled with potted plants, a warm-toned throw blanket was draped over the sofa, and a set of scented candles was placed on the coffee table.

These small changes seemed to inject a soft vitality into the cold, rigid space.

Stella Sinclair was very satisfied. ’When he has time,’ she thought, ’I’ll have Spencer go with me to buy more home decor to make this place feel even more like a warm and cozy home.’

After paying the movers and seeing them off, Stella Sinclair wheeled a suitcase into the master bedroom.

She hung her clothes in Spencer Sawyer’s closet one by one. Seeing her long dresses and various other women’s garments hanging side-by-side with his crisp suits and shirts, a strange sense of satisfaction washed over her.

At that moment, she truly felt that she had finally, in some way, become a part of Spencer Sawyer’s life.

’There’s still plenty of time,’ she thought, confident she could make Spencer Sawyer fall in love with her.

As evening fell, Stella Sinclair busied herself in the kitchen.

She was no master chef, but she still carefully prepared a few simple dishes to accompany the main course and dessert delivered from the restaurant, making for a very lavish spread.

She spread a beautiful tablecloth on the long dining table, setting out exquisite dinnerware, wine glasses, and the roses she had specially prepared.

With everything ready, Stella Sinclair glanced at the time. It was six-thirty in the evening.

’Spencer should be home soon.’

Stella Sinclair went back to the bedroom and changed into a soft, wine-red dress. It was elegant and beautiful, perfectly accentuating her graceful figure.

She put on light makeup and loosely pinned up her long hair, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbones.

The wait felt exceptionally long. The food on the table gradually grew cold, and the candles had burned more than halfway down.

Stella Sinclair sat on the sofa, glancing at the door from time to time. Every faint sound made her heart race, but each time ended in disappointment.

She picked up her phone, wanting to send Spencer Sawyer a message, but worried she might be disturbing his work. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

In the end, she simply sent a short text: "Still busy? I’m waiting for you to come home for dinner."

The message was met with silence, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Spencer Sawyer was indeed busy, but not so busy that he couldn’t spare a moment to reply to a text.

He simply didn’t want to face this sudden marriage, or the woman who was presumably now living in his home.

In his office, he stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing down at the city’s glittering nightscape.

On his phone screen, Stella Sinclair’s message was short and restrained. He could picture her waiting alone in that empty apartment.

Just then, the intercom rang.

"President Sawyer, should I order dinner for you?"