Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 105

Chapter 8

That night, Nate found himself sitting on the cold kitchen floor, the hours stretching endlessly before him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before—hitting rock bottom in such a raw, desolate way. In the past, no matter how late he returned home, there was always a welcoming light burning softly for him. Someone was always there, quietly waiting on the couch, a silent reassurance that he belonged.

But now? The house was vast and empty, echoing with silence. No footsteps, no whispered greetings, no sign of life except for the shadows cast by the moonlight slipping through the windows. Just him, alone, counting the slow crawl of night until dawn would finally break.

When morning came, Nate didn’t even bother to change out of his clothes. The weight on his chest was too heavy for small comforts like that. Without a word, he left the house and went straight to the office. The moment he pushed open the door, his breath caught. His desk—his space—had been wiped clean, not a single paper or personal item left behind. It was painfully immaculate.

Sitting in the center was a thin file, resting quietly as if daring him to open it. Like a Pandora’s box, it held the secrets he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. His hands shook as he reached for it, heart pounding in his ears.

And there it was, written in stark black ink, impossible to ignore:

“The couple has irreconcilable differences and no chance of reconciliation.”

“Both parties have agreed to a voluntary divorce and signed the following terms…”

“Husband: Nate Cole.”

“Wife: Sophia Hart.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. So this was it. She was really walking away.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, but his eyes were already wet, stinging with tears he refused to shed fully. He had imagined leaving a hundred times over, but never once did he picture that the first to make the move would be him. That the call to end everything would come from his own hands.

And yet, somewhere deep inside, he realized the cruel truth: he was the one who couldn’t let go.

Clutching the divorce papers tightly, Nate didn’t hesitate any longer. He turned on his heel and strode out of the office with a fierce determination. He was heading to Australia. He was going to find her. He needed answers—he had to understand.

“Nate! What the hell? You’re being a jerk!” she snapped.

“Move,” he repeated, his eyes sharp enough to freeze fire.

Zoe opened her mouth to argue again, but Nate pushed past her without a word.

Already dialing on his phone as he walked away, he spoke sharply into the receiver, “Yeah, I need Sophia Hart’s current address.”

“Also, book me a one-way flight to Sydney.”

“Today.”