I was moved and didn't know what to say. I hurriedly avoided his sight and replied, "That's enough, don't be so cheesy."
Aaron spread out his hands and leaned back on the sofa. "Believe it or not, I'm your big brother. At least I'm frank with you. I have nothing to hide."
For some reason, this casual statement weighed heavily on me. In the past ten years, Hendrix and I have had ups and downs in life precisely because there were too many secrets between us. I'd hoped that we would be honest enough in the future.
After reading the agreement, Aaron took it back to the study room. As expected, even if I didn't read at all, the next morning, the news of my divorce from Hendrix had still spread on Twitter. Then, the official Twitter account of the Roberts Group released the divorce agreement signed by Hendrix and I, confirming that the rumors were true.
As I read the Tweet, I received a message from Hendrix through WhatsApp.
"Do you know why I'm doing this?"
His tone sounded cautious, as if he was afraid that I would think too much.
I smiled and tapped on the screen with my fingers, replying with words. "Sounds like a diversion."
Hendrix replied quickly, but he was a man of few words. "Clever."
Subsequently, the conversation bar showing that the other party typing disappeared. He was probably busy settling other matters.
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