Henry stared at me, clearly hesitating over the question I had just asked: could he truly resist the power of regret?
After a long wait, he finally spokes, his voice firmer than I expected.
“You’re right about everything you said, he admitted. “But I’ve already made my decision. He stepped closer, his familiar scent washing over me. I was be entangled with Isabella anymore. I want to go home with you and make our marriage work again.”
He gripped my shoulders, his fingers pressing urgently into my skin. “What’s all this talk about regret? Henry Harding never regrets his decisions, no regrets at all! I choose you!” His voice echoed through the empty hospital room. ‘Isabella and I are just friends now. Moving forward, I’ll consult you before getting involved in her affairs.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!
Was this some kind of joke? The mighty Henry Harding, willing to give up his precious Isabella for me?
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. If Henry was telling the truth, I too would want our marriage to start fresh.
But past memories kept flashing before my eyes: Isabella’s lipstick on his collar; the image of Henry holding Isabella in the pouring rain; countless nights waking up to find the pillow beside me empty.
I snapped out of my initial shock. Men always use lies to manipulate women. If Henry could truly let go of Isabella, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation.
‘I can’t believe anything you say anymore,” I said flatly.
Henry studied me intently, clearing his throat.
“When has Henry Harding ever broken his word? Why can’t you trust me?” His grip on my shoulders suddenly tightened, making me wince.
“Henry, you really will do anything to get your way,‘ I mocked, feeling pain shoot through my shoulders. “You love Isabella–that’s an undeniable fact. Are you telling me one conversation has completely changed your feelings? Love that can be so easily set aside is worthless!”
In truth, when he said he could let Isabella go, I almost agreed to go home with him. Fortunately, my rational mind helped me see through this man’s hypocrisy.
I shook off his hands and turned to leave.
Henry stared at me in disbelief, his pupils dilated with shock. I’d always been accommodating–whatever he asked for, I’d find a way to provide it. This time, he clearly saw the longing and hesitation in my eyes. He couldn’t understand why I wasn’t agreeing to return home.
“Sophia!” Henry called, chasing after me as I approached the door. ‘I’ve already compromised! What more do you want?” His voice grew desperate. “Isabella’s kidneys are failing–it started when she got sick saving me years ago. I can’t just stand by and watch her die!”
He reached for my hand. “Think about it–if someone saved your life, would you just watch them die?”
I quickly pulled my hand away. “If it were me? I’d be happy if the person who saved me died!”
Henry’s lips twitched. This woman’s sharp tongue was indeed something else. In reality, Henry was my lifesaver.
Back then, when Henry saved me from drowning, seeing a face so similar to Sam’s, I had a thought that would change Henry’s life forever–to transplant Sam’s heart into Henry.
After losing Sam, I’d been devastated, wanting only to end my life and join him. Perhaps heaven saw my devotion and sent Henry as a substitute. From that moment, I had a new purpose–to love Henry as if he were Sam.
Only now did I understand: similarity is not sameness. No matter how much Henry resembled Sam, he wasn’t him. The man who truly loved me was gone
forever.
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Chapter 174
Henry stared at me, clearly hesitating over the question I had just asked: could he truly resist the power of regret?
After a long wait, he finally spoke, his voice firmer than I expected.
You’re right about everything you said,‘ he admitted. But I’ve already made my decision. He stepped closer, his familiar scent washing over me. I won’t entangled with Isabella anymore. I want to go home with you and make our marriage work again.
He gripped my shoulders, his fingers pressing urgently into my skin. “What’s all this talk about regret? Henry Harding never regrets his decisions, no regrets at all! I choose you! His voice echoed through the empty hospital toom. “Isabella and I are just friends now. Moving forward, I’ll consult you before getting involved in her affairs.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!
Was this some kind of joke? The mighty Henry Harding, willing to give up his precious Isabella for me?
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. If Henry was telling the truth, I too would want our marriage to start fresh.
But past memories kept flashing before my eyes: Isabella’s lipstick on his collar; the image of Henry holding Isabella in the pouring rain; countless nights waking up to find the pillow beside me empty.
I snapped out of my initial shock. Men always use lies to manipulate women. If Henry could truly let go of Isabella, we wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation.
“I can’t believe anything you say anymore,” I said flatly.
Henry studied me intently, clearing his throat.
“When has Henry Harding ever broken his word? Why can’t you trust me?” His grip on my shoulders suddenly tightened, making me wince.
“Henry, you really will do anything to get your way,” I mocked, feeling pain shoot through my shoulders. “You love Isabella–that’s an undeniable fact. Are you telling me one conversation has completely changed your feelings? Love that can be so easily set aside is worthless!”
In truth, when he said he could let Isabella go, I almost agreed to go home with him. Fortunately, my rational mind helped me see through this man’s hypocrisy.
I shook off his hands and turned to leave.
Henry stared at me in disbelief, his pupils dilated with shock. I’d always been accommodating–whatever he asked for, I’d find a way to provide it. This time, he clearly saw the longing and hesitation in my eyes. He couldn’t understand why I wasn’t agreeing to return home.
“Sophia!” Henry called, chasing after me as I approached the door. “I’ve already compromised! What more do you want?” His voice grew desperate, “Isabella’s kidneys are failing–it started when she got sick saving me years ago. I can’t just stand by and watch her die!”
He reached for my hand. “Think about it–if someone saved your life, would you just watch them die?”
I quickly pulled my hand away. “If it were me? I’d be happy if the person who saved me died!”
Henry’s lips twitched. This woman’s sharp tongue was indeed something else. In reality, Henry was my lifesaver.
Back then, when Henry saved me from drowning, seeing a face so similar to Sam’s, I had a thought that would change Henry’s life forever–to transplant Sam’s heart into Henry.
After losing Sam, I’d been devastated, wanting only to end my life and join him. Perhaps heaven saw my devotion and sent Henry as a substitute. From that moment, I had a new purpose–to love Henry As if he were Sam.
Only now did I understand: similarity is not sameness. No matter how much Henry resembled Sam, he wasn’t him. The man who truly loved me was gone forever.
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Chapter 174
A profound endness washed over me I didn’t cry, bint the sorrow radiating from me was almost palpable.
Henry watched me, completely ennfuxeil. Who is she moaning for? One thing was certain I wasn’t grieving for him.
must then, Thomas’s voice came from the hallway. “Sophia, are you in there? I booked a family dinner package for tonight. Let’s take Billy ingellage
His tone was excited. My divorce from Henry had become a hot topic online, and Thomas thought he had another chance with me. What he didn’t expect was finding Henry in the room with me, standing so close.
Henry glared at the newcomer, his face darkening.
Finally able to escape Henry’s presence, I happily moved toward the door. Henry exploded.
“Sophia! What do you think you’re doing? Having an affair? His voice dropped dangerously. Don’t forget–we’re still married!
I struggled with all my strength but couldn’t break free from his grip. Frustrated, I started slapping the back of his hand repeatedly.
“What are you doing? Am I not allowed to have dinner with a friend?” I snapped. “The one having an affair is YOU, not me! Don’t try to pin this on me. My voice grew increasingly emotional.
“Henry, you’re the one entangled with Isabella, not me–get your facts straight!”
How dare he accuse me of cheating when he was the unfaithful one? I started mocking flenry mercilessly. Thomas stood at the doorway, watching our struggle, and burst out laughing at my tirade against Henry.
As a man, he could clearly see how much Henry cared for his wife. Despite obviously caring deeply, Henry insisted on acting like he didn’t need Sophia at all.
Was admitting he liked his own wife really so embarrassing?
As an outsider, Thomas saw everything clearly. But he wasn’t about to say anything.
Henry winced in pain and finally had to withdraw his hand. He rubbed his injured hand while glaring at me. “Still denying the affair? What’s going on between you and Thomas?” His eyes narrowed. “When he tried to take advantage of you last time, I should have stayed out of it. You seem to be enjoying it!”
He was truly furious, saying whatever hurtful things came to mind.
When Thomas pulled me protectively behind him, Henry’s eyes flashed red with anger.
“Sophia, get back here! I’m your husband! What you’re doing now–how is this any different from cheating?!”
With Thomas escorting me, I slowly moved toward the exit. Looking back at Henry’s furious face, I stuck out my tongue and made a face at him.
“Mr. Harding, you’re the one cheating with Isabella, not me. I haven’t spread your affair all over the internet–that’s the greatest mercy I’ve shown you. Don’t be ungrateful!” I called over my shoulder. “Just sign the divorce papers quickly. Then you can be with your precious Isabella openly, and you won’t have to face annoying me every day. Isn’t that better?”
As soon as I finished speaking, I slipped into the elevator, disappearing from Henry’s sight.
Thomas’s voice drifted back: “Henry, women are meant to be cherished and loved. The way you treat Sophia, how could she possibly feel close to you? Take my advice: divorce her soon. That’s your best option
Before Henry could throw a punch at him, Thomas quickly slipped into the elevator too.
Henry stood at the doorway, staring at the empty hallway, his teeth clenched in
rage.
‘Sophia!” he roared. “You’ve gone too far!”
