Chapter 228
How can you so easily accept someone’s temptation? I stared disapprovingly at Billy, who was sitting happily in his father’s cat
I was a gentle woman, typically kind to everyone I encountered–everyone except Henry. The mere sight of him ignited a fury within me that I could barely control.
Now, seeing this perpetually busy CEO suddenly appear to pick up my son, I felt my anger rising.
What the hell is this about? I thought bitterly. We’re practically divorced. Just sign the divorce papers already, go find your precious Isabella, and leave us alone. Why do you insist on clinging to us?
Since I had no desire to speak directly to Henry, I redirected my frustration toward Billy.
This little traitor, forgetting who gave birth to him, getting all cozy with this wretched man!
Billy’s expression immediately crumpled, his eyes filling with hurt.
Henry quickly intervened. “Get in the car,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “Let’s take our son for dinner. It’s just one meal–not a big deal. I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet, so we’re still husband and wife with joint custody. Taking our child to dinner is perfectly normal.”
His tone shocked me. The commanding voice I’d grown accustomed to was gone,
replaced by something softer, almost pleading–it made me feel a respect I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Seeing my hesitation, Henry added, “How about this–I’ll drive you both to the restaurant, and then wait in the car while you eat. I won’t disturb you. Would that work?”
He even stepped out of the car and opened the door for me–an action so unlike him that I nearly checked to see if I was hallucinating.
‘Billy wants to eat fish,” he said quietly. “For our child’s sake, can we be civil to each ou
I looked at Billy’s hopeful expression and felt my resolve weakening. Gently ruffling his hair, I said, “Alright, I’ll come with you today.”
Billy’s face lit up with excitement. He threw his arms around my neck and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.
The simple joy of a child–so easy to please, so eager to love.
Henry instructed the driver to head out, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Billy and me talking animatedly. When Billy kissed me, something shifted in Henry’s expression.
‘Daddy’s the one who suggested taking you out for dinner, yet Mom gets all the kisses?” Henry said teasingly, a hint of wistfulness in his voice.
Without hesitation, Billy lunged toward Henry and wrapped his little arms around his father’s neck, giving him an equally enthusiastic kiss on the cheek.
Henry touched the spot where Billy’s lips had been, something awakening deep inside him. I caught a glimpse of emotion so raw and unguarded that for a moment, I barely recognized the man sitting across from me.
Throughout the ride, I pointedly ignored Henry, focusing only on Billy, who excitedly shared stories about his day at kindergarten.
Henry didn’t say a word, just watched our interaction. The warmth between Billy and me seemed to captivate him completely, as if he were witnessing something precious for the first time.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant.
Henry rushed around to open my door, a gesture that felt foreign coming from him. I walked past without acknowledging him, waiting by the car for Billy to
climb out.
Honestly, this version of Henry made me uncomfortable.
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In my experience, he had always been cold and distant to everyone except teabella. He never showed warmth, not men to lis mother is bestes
Despite seeing the hopeful look in his eyes as I exited the car, I couldn’t bring myself to invite him along. Taking Billys small hard in mine. I walked toward the restaurant without looking back.
However, Billy kept turning around, dragging his feet and looking up at me with his innocent face.
“Mommy, aren’t we bringing Daddy with us?” he asked in a small voice. ‘It costs a lot of money money, Mommy. Let him pay instead!”
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Before I could respond, Henry approached us. I offered to treat Billy to dinner, so I should be the one paying. If my presence makes can sit at a separate table.”
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Seeing him so humble–so different from the arrogant CEO 1 knew—1 finally relented. “There’s no need for separate fables. We can sit together. Me point taking up extra space in the restaurant.”
Fearing I might change my mind, Billy quickly grabbed Henry’s hand. “Come on, Daddy, let’s go in!”
I’d brought Billy to this restaurant before, when Henry was too busy fawning over his precious Isabella to pay any attention to his wife.
Back then, my heart heavy with loneliness, I’d invited Betty to join Billy and me here.
Returning now brought back memories of how I’d spent six years pouring everything I had into loving Henry, only to end up shattered and broken.
Henry seemed acutely aware of how much I despised him, how much I wanted him out of my sight. Yet he appeared genuinely grateful for what little I was
02 giving him. The fact that I hadn’t left him standing in the cold winter air and had allowed him to join us for dinner seemed to exceed his expectations.
Inside, Henry attentively served food for Billy and me, offering napkins and changing plates with more enthusiasm than the actual waitstaff.
The restaurant had a simple children’s playground. Billy finished eating first and immediately begged to play. Once I gave my permission, he kicked off his shoes and scrambled up the slide. Being the only child in the play area, he reveled in the freedom, his laughter echoing throughout the space.
Noticing my relatively relaxed mood, Henry cautiously ventured: “Sophia, could we talk? Setting aside all our past grievances, just have a calm, reasonable conversation.
Just as Benjamin had suggested, Henry was ready to admit that he cared and didn’t want a divorce.
I shifted my gaze from Billy to Henry’s aristocratic face, surprised by his request.
*Is there really any point?” I asked, my voice firm and resolute. “We’re getting divorced. There’s nothing to discuss.”
I wasn’t someone who made decisions lightly, but once I committed to a path, I followed through.
The only person who mattered to me now was Billy. As for Henry, he was nothing more than a soon–to–be ex–husband.
Seeing my complete indifference, Henry’s face fell, his heart visibly constricting with pain.
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