There was a thump in my heart. I frowned and showed my unwillingness.
For the sake of the children, I could go through with it, but it didn't mean that it was easy. At this time, divorce could dissociate myself from him, but from now on, Hendrix would have to face his opponents alone. Losing the help of the Moore family and Reid family, I was afraid that he would be crushed with no way to come back.
I asked, "Have you made up your mind? If we divorce again, you won't be able to get me back."
I pursed my lips, and the hope in my eyes was beyond words, hoping that he would take a step back.
Hendrix looked down silently, then picked up the document and opened it. He took out the papers and handed it over. I looked at the document. As he said, it was the divorce agreement.
It turned out that he had already thought about it. Between enacting revenge or our family, he did not hesitate to choose the former. My understanding and love were nothing in his eyes.
"Look at the next document." Hendrix's voice was charming and unique, making people want to obey him.
I went through the agreement and saw the signature. It was mine!
Strange, when did I sign this document? Was it for the divorce last time? No, the contents of this agreement was far from that, but this signature was indeed mine...
"Evan asked someone to sign it for us." Hendrix's voice came into my ear. "Does it look like your handwriting?"
So, it was hard to distinguish true from false when a professional did it. I nodded. "Yes, I can't even tell myself. But what are you going to do with this divorce agreement?"
Hendrix looked at the document, and the corners of his mouth raised. He raised his hand and flipped the document over, and I found another document.
Compared with the formal standards of divorce agreement, the one hidden below was somewhat informal. The words of the agreement could still be seen clearly at a glance. After reading for a while, I found that it was Hendrix who'd drafted this property transfer agreement. It said that if anything happened to him in two years, all the property of the Roberts family would automatically transfer under my name.
That was to say, as long as I signed my name, I would become the only inheritor of Hendrix's assets under law. Even our children would have no chance to get it.
Although this proved that I was important to Hendrix, it was not something worth being happy about. The fact that he had this done only showed that even he himself was not sure whether he could escape unscathed in the process of revenge.
There was a vague guess in my heart, and Hendrix's next words also confirmed my thoughts.
"I have long considered Aaron's idea, but I don't want to go this far unless it's absolutely necessary." He lowered his eyes with a tired look. "Today's matter reminds me that Sebastian is like a poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity. I don't know when he will come out. What's more, there's something unclear about the enemy who harmed my parents. I can't stop it, so I can only be more bold. In this way, I can catch the real enemies off guard. After the divorce agreement is announced, we'd better not meet again. This is the best protection for you and our children."
Hendrix paused for a moment and then placed his rough palm on my belly. "After the twins are born, let them inherit your last name."
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