Lance hesitated as if weighing his words. "I ... " He then changed the topic abruptly. "Why did you choose this restaurant?" "Hm?" Addison raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "No particular reason." "Have you been here before?" She shook her head. "If you've never been here, why pick this place?" This restaurant's curse was well known—he didn't believe she hadn't heard of it. "Well ... " Ryan had made the reservation. She knew nothing about it. "I just picked one at random. Does it bother you?" Lance pressed his lips together and averted his gaze. After a long pause, he finally muttered, "No ... it doesn't." If it doesn't bother you, then why are you asking? Addison didn't understand why he was acting weird. But when she looked up, she noticed something was off—Lance clearly had something on his mind. Without thinking, she asked, "Are you afraid of the ocean?" Maybe the roaring waves unsettled him? After all, the waves here were truly intimidating, enough to make many women cry. But Lance shook his head. Puzzled, Addison asked again, "Are you afraid of heights?" After all, this private dining room was on the highest floor of the restaurant. Maybe he had a fear of heights ... But once again, Lance shook his head. "Then ... ?" "Forget it. Let's eat." Right then, the waiter arrived with their food. Lance seemed exasperated and dropped the topic altogether. She was dodging his questions, and the answer was already obvious.She was determined to cut ties with him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen this restaurant—it was an unmistakable message. Both of them fell silent, eating without another word. Eventually, Addison couldn't take it anymore. She lowered her head, grabbed the folder beside her, and placed it on the table. Lance glanced at it. The moment he realized what it was, his heart clenched. So, this is it. There's no escaping it, is there? Addison took out the divorce papers from the folder and pushed them toward him without hesitation. "I reprinted the divorce agreement and signed it. Look it over—if everything's fine, sign it." The words hit Lance like a dagger, bitterness welling up inside him. A sharp, stabbing pain spread through his chest. " ... Alright." He picked up the papers—so light, yet unbearably heavy in his hands. Lance lowered his gaze to the document, emotions surging within him.The words "Divorce Agreement" stood out like a cruel slap in the face. Outside, waves crashed against the rocks, loud and relentless, as if mocking and ridiculing him. His temples throbbed. His lips pressed into a stiff, thin line. Taking a deep breath, he fought the urge to rip the papers to shreds. Slowly, he turned to the first page. Word by word, he read through it—not to review, but to stall for time. He read it slowly as if he could delay the inevitable. As if dragging this out would let him hold onto her just a little longer. But the longer he read, the more excruciating it became. Every word of the agreement was like a blade to his heart. All he felt was ... overwhelming pain.