Mr. CEO, Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time Novel

---- Chapter 400 Leaving the Civil Center, Maggie made it back to the office in time for the morning meeting. Johnny leaned over and whispered, "All done? That fast?" Maggie nodded. With no disputes and both eager to proceed, the process was naturally efficient. "If there weren't a cooling-off period, you'd be officially divorced today," Johnny muttered. "But now you have to wait thirty days. When it ends, go get the certificate right away-don't drag it out. Otherwise, like last time-you dove into the base again, missed the window, and had to start over.

Such a hassle." "I know." Last time, they had agreed to collect the final certificate the very next day after the cooling period-but then life ---- happened and they missed the window entirely. Wednesday was Maggie's grandfather's death anniversary. He'd died in New York, but was buried back in Miami. Tuesday at noon, Maggie and Old Mrs. Miller headed to the airport for Miami to pay respects. Isabella went along. Maggie hadn't initially booked her ticket, but since Isabella wanted to go-and was staying with the Miller family-Maggie brought her.

Since leaving Miami years ago, the Millers rarely returned. After Old Mr. Miller passed, they only came back around his anniversary. The family's old house had already stood for ten or twenty years when they left Miami, and they'd been away nearly two decades since. Even with regular cleaning, nearly forty years had left it shabby and unfit for living. So they stayed in a hotel when they came. Maggie and Jason both had work, so they planned to fly back to New York Wednesday night. As for the others-Miami was a city of grief for Old Mrs. Miller; she had no desire to linger.

Hugo and his sister had been born ---- and raised in New York; Miami meant little to them. Still, whenever they returned, they would always stop by the old house. After dinner that evening, they went back to the place. They were used to the dilapidation by now, but seeing it again still tugged at Maggie and Jason's hearts. They'd considered tearing it down and rebuilding, but the house held too many memories for the family-especially Sally's room. Perhaps due to its location, it remained in relatively good shape. Isabella had been in high spirits, but their sadness was contagious.

She held Maggie's hand and followed quietly. Before moving to France with Franklin, Isabella had come to Miami every year with Maggie to visit the grave. She didn't remember much, but she sensed how seriously the Millers took it. When Maggie paused at Sally's door, Isabella hugged her. Maggie felt the comfort, paused, and lowered her head to meet the girl's worried eyes. Emotions tangled behind her ---- gaze, but in the end she said nothing-only reached out to stroke Isabella's cheek.