Chapter 184
When Henry heard this, he looked genuinely shocked and immediately released my hand. A faint blush crept across his handsome face as he gritted his teeth in anger. “What nonsense are you talking about?‘ he snapped. I’m simply trying to prevent you from embarrassing the Harding family! Why did your alverys have so much to say? His eyes narrowed.
“Until our divorce is finalized, you’re still Mrs. Harding–my wife. Yet here you are, shamelessly Harding family’s reputation?”
flirting with another man. Have you given any thought to the
Henry, don’t talk to me about the Harding family’s reputation, I fired back. “I’ve been married to you for six years. Hand on your heart, tell me have ever spent a penny of your money? Have you ever given me a shred of love? Years of resentment finally found their voice. The money I use? I earned it myself. The meals i eat? 1 cooked them myself. The clothes I wear? I bought them myself. When I get sick, I go to the hospital alone. In my daily life, there’s not a single trace of your existence. In this marriage, I might as well have been a widow!”
In the past, I never dared speak these words, afraid Henry would be angry, afraid I’d lose him. Now, I had nothing left to lose and nothing to fear.
My accusations rang out, sharp and clear, like an arrow piercing straight through Henry’s heart.
Seeing him speechless, I gave a self–deprecating smile before continuing. “If you have even the slightest decency left, I hope you’ll quickly finalize our divorce. That would be the greatest comfort and compensation you could offer me.”
Henry clenched his jaw, spending a long moment before coming up with a reason even he seemed to find flimsy: “Sophia, after divorce, you’ll be… secondhand goods. With a child in tow, finding someone new won’t be easy. As soon as the words left his mouth, he looked like he wanted to bite off has own tongue.
I heard him perfectly clearly, and even laughed.
“What’s wrong with a divorced woman? I have money, I have my son, I’m single and free. I can find whatever type of man I want?”
My former husband’s arrogance was truly astounding. Did he seriously believe he was the only man in the world?
My response completely stunned Henry. He seemed to realize that in this moment, I had somehow transformed in his heart–radiating a dazzling light, my entire being glowing with confidence.
After considerable thought, he finally replied with characteristic arrogance: “Secondhand goods–who would want them?
I had changed, becoming someone he barely recognized. My eyes no longer held him or any trace of adoration for him. My expression darkened, and when I looked at him, my gaze turned knife–sharp, filled with intense disgust,
“Henry Harding, after divorcing me, you’ll be ‘secondhand goods‘ too! Let’s see which blind, brain–dead woman will take you then!” With those words, ! turned and walked away decisively.
The moment I turned, Henry panicked. He reached out, trying to grab me, but caught nothing. He could only watch helplessly as my slender figure disappeared into the vast, snowy landscape.
Henry felt a sharp pain in his chest–that familiar ache he’d come to view
punishment returned right on schedule.
Standing alone in the snow, Henry regretfully slapped himself. “Fuck! What did I just
From a distance, William’s bodyguards witnessed the entire scene and promptly relayed the information to the old man. Back in the city, William stared at his tablet, watching the events unfold with mounting frustration.
“This is infuriating!” he exclaimed. “Tell me, what’s the use in raising such a grandson? How can his emotional intelligence be so low? He can’t even win back his own wife!”
Mark watched the old man fretting and didn’t know how to console him. He quietly took the tablet away and handed William an orange.
