The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 I Called

In an instant, his arms felt empty. The warmth he had just embraced was gone, leaving behind only a chilling void.

“You’re moving out?” he echoed, stunned.

“What, did you really think I’d stay here after everything that’s happened?” she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. “Besides, it’s just a few days early. We’ll be divorced soon enough.”

“Divorced in a few days?” Trent’s expression darkened. “Don’t tell me you’re talking about that ridiculous contract my mother made you sign. That signature… she tricked me into signing it. I’ve told you before, I never agreed to a divorce.”

While at the police station, he had finally learned about the so-called agreement and Quinn’s demand for

a billion settlement.

“Whether you knew or not doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is-I want a divorce,” Quinn said firmly.

Trent’s eyes darkened, jealousy flashing within them. “Is it because of Julius? Because you’ve found someone better than me?”

Quinn let out a laugh. “Trent, when I married you, you had nothing. Not a single cent to your name. The startup funds for your company came from me. If I had really wanted to marry rich, do you think I would’ve chosen you?”

His face went pale. Her words struck deep, dragging him back to those days when he had nothing, just a broke, overlooked man with barely a future to his name. Most people avoided him or looked down on him.

But she hadn’t. She gave him respect when no one else did. She treated him like he mattered. Back then, when he got down on one knee, it wasn’t just a proposal; it was him clinging to the one light in his life, the one hand he thought would never let go.

“So if it’s not because of Julius, then what is it? The one billion my mother promised you—is that what you’re after?” Trent pressed, eyes fixed on her.

Quinn said quietly, “I’m tired, Trent. This three-year marriage has drained me until there’s nothing left. My feelings for you have been worn down bit by bit. That’s why I want a divorce.”

Her voice was steady, almost gentle. Her expression held no anger, no resentment, only a calm, quiet finality. Even the way she looked at him was soft, as if she had already let go.

But Trent’s heart began to pound in his chest, a rising panic tightening in his throat. That tranquility on her face terrified him more than any outburst ever could. Cold sweat dampened his palms as unease crept through every inch of him.

“You… don’t have any feelings for me anymore?” he asked, barely above a whisper. Even he hadn’t expected the tremble in his voice.

Quinn met his gaze and answered simply, “No. Not anymore.”

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Trent’s face darkened in an instant.

“All this… because of what my mother and sister did?” he snapped. “Yes, they schemed against you, but you weren’t innocent either! You set them up, didn’t you? How else could you have secretly recorded everything and broadcast it to a room full of people? You deliberately humiliated them! You didn’t have to go that far. You could’ve just told me. If you had come to me first, maybe it wouldn’t have turned into such

a mess!”

“I did call you,” Quinn said quietly.

“What?” He froze.

“I tried,” she continued. “When I first found out what your mother and sister were planning… I called you. I gave you a chance to stop this. If you had picked up that call, maybe I wouldn’t have gone this far. Maybe things would’ve ended the way you wanted. But you didn’t answer, Trent.”

Trent’s body froze. In that moment, the memory came rushing back. Just before the footage had aired on the banquet hall’s screen, his phone had buzzed with a call from Quinn.

He had seen her name. He had hesitated. But with Sidonie standing beside him, he’d assumed Quinn was about to start another scene, so he’d silenced the call without a second thought. Now, regret twisted in his chest like a blade. If only I answered that call…

“Quinnie, I didn’t know it was you… I mean, I was busy at the time, and-”

“You didn’t answer because you didn’t care,” Quinn interrupted, her voice steady but cold. “You’ve never really valued me. That’s why my calls didn’t matter. That’s why your family felt entitled to treat me like I was nothing.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry… I really am…” He kept apologizing.

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