A Farewell After Being Reborn

Sage nodded. “Don’t worry. I won’t bring up our divorce in front of Mr. Holcomb Senior. Plus, we can keep our divorce under wraps after we get the divorce certificate.”

Ian wasn’t particularly pleased when he heard that. “Let’s head to Holcomb Estate right now,” he ordered.

Her eyes widened. “What is the meaning of this, Ian Holcomb? I told you I’m not going!”

“Since we’re not divorced yet, you’ll have to fulfill your duties as my wife,” he responded. Ian couldn’t suppress his anger. After all, she was willing to meet up with Shane, but she wasn’t willing to accompany him to Holcomb Estate.

Sage decided to tag along after she noticed his unyielding demeanor.

Holcomb Estate was in a prime location. It was a three–story Gothic–style house adorned with gardens. Sage had never stepped foot inside the estate even though she was Ian’s wife.

Ian had moved out after college and opted to live alone in his own home. After getting married, Solaris Estate was their new abode. Moreover, she had little reason to come over since his parents were away and his grandmother lived in Holcomb Manor.

Nonetheless, she had begged lan to bring her here because she was curious about his

residence.

parents‘

“Ian, could you accompany me to Holcomb Estate? It’s your parents‘ place, after all. I feel like I should at least drop by to pay my respects and let the housekeepers know who I am.”

However, he had responded apathetically, “My parents aren’t around, so there’s no reason for you to go.”

At the time, she was very disappointed, but to avoid upsetting Ian, she never brought it up again. Little did she know that Ian would take her there as their divorce drew near.

The housekeeper walked over after the driver pulled into the driveway and greeted Ian respectfully. “Mr. Holcomb.”

The housekeeper stiffened when she noticed the woman behind him. Obviously, she didn’t recognize the woman. Ian casually wrapped his arm around Sage’s shoulder and said, “This is Sage.”

The housekeeper immediately greeted Sage when she heard her name. “Welcome, Mrs. Holcomb.” Even though she had never seen Sage in person, she was quite familiar with her.

Sage wasn’t the least bit surprised by her reaction. She smiled politely and followed Ian into the house.

“Mr. and Mrs. Holcomb, have you eaten yet? Why don’t I prepare something for you?” the housekeeper offered kindly.

Sage shook her head. “Don’t bother. I’m not hungry.”

However, ian said, “Prepare something light. She’s anemic, so she can’t skip her meals.”

The housekeeper nodded and headed to the kitchen.

“Let’s go upstairs. I’ll show you around.” Ian then took Sage’s hand in his. He led her upstairs and showed her the master bedroom and the guest room.

At that moment, images of her past self, who was trapped in the mental asylum, resurfaced in her mind. She looked worn out, and her eyes were lifeless. Sage was sure that her past self must have been very envious of her current self. After all, Ian was holding her hand and leading her around Holcomb Estate, telling her about the layout of the rooms.

“Why’re you crying? Are the lights bothering you?” Ian looked at her in confusion.

Sage stepped away and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I don’t feel so good. I’d like to head downstairs now.”

“What’s wrong?” Ian grabbed her hand again, his concern evident in his dark eyes. “Is it your shoulder? Or are you feeling dizzy from hunger?” Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Sage pulled away yet again and responded apathetically, “It’s because of you. I’m sick of seeing you.”