Chapter 213
Hilly’s words hit me like a shot of adrenaline. If Dad doesn’t give you anything, then we wont give him anything albert”
Just like that, the fog of self pity that liad been clouding my mind lifted. I pulled him into a tight hug, planting a Visa on his forehead,
You re absolutely right, sweetheart. We don’t need to waste any more time on people who don’t appreciate us.
A renewed sense of purpose surged through me. Why was I wasting another second dwelling on Henry? I had more important priorities–William’s treatment, my career, and most importantly, raising this incredible little boy who understood more about relationships that his father ever would.
I straightened my shoulders and opened the bedroom door, only to find flenty standing there, his hand frozen in mid air as if he’d been about ta knock. His expression was unusually vulnerable, eyes filled with desperate hope that immediately brightened when he saw më,
I didn’t give him any reaction. Without a word, I brushed past him, deliberately avoiding physical contact as I headed toward the bathroom.
Henry opened his mouth as if to say something, then seemed to think better of it. A strange expression crossed his face, possibly guilt. For a split second, F almost felt sorry for him.
After washing up, I tied my hair back and returned to Billy’s room to gather our things. Henry hovered in the hallway like a ghost, watching our every move but never quite crossing the threshold.
“Breakfast is ready downstairs,” he finally said, his voice lacking its usual authoritative edge.
I glanced at Billy, who was busy stuffing his favorite toy into his backpack. My first instinct was to refuse, to get as far away from Henry as possible.
However, Billy tugged at my hand, saying he was hungry.
“Fine,” I replied curtly, keeping my eyes on Billy rather than acknowledging Henry directly.
Downstairs, the dining table was meticulously set with an array of foods, all favorites of mine and Billy’s.
Henry pulled out my chair with an eager smile, looking like a puppy desperate for approval. The sight was almost comical–this powerful CEO who commanded boardrooms with a single glance now reduced to serving breakfast and pouring juice.
He might have thought his behavior was endearing. Instead, I found it pathetic.
Throughout breakfast, Henry barely touched his food. He was too busy refilling Billy’s milk glass, passing me napkins, and hovering attentively like an overeager waiter.
This man who once couldn’t be bothered to look up from his phone during family meals was now hanging on our every word.
A bitter laugh almost escaped my lips.
Henry had finally noticed his family, but it was too late.
As I watched him awkwardly attempt to cut Billy’s pancakes into perfect triangles, a thought struck me. There could only be one explanation for this dramatic personality transplant: Isabella must have dumped him. The realization sent a wave of vindictive satisfaction through me.
So the almighty Henry Harding had finally been rejected? Now he was crawling back to his backup option.
Well, I wasn’t interested in being anyone’s consolation prize.
When breakfast ended, Henry immediately offered to drive us to Betty’s apartment. Billy and I held hands as we walked to his car.
The drive was painfully silent. Several times, 1 caught Henry glancing at me in the rearview mirror, clearly searching for something to say. As we apr Betty’s building, I finally decided to throw him a bone.
“If you want to win Isabella back,” I said casually, “you should try apologizing. Women appreciate when men admit their mistakes.”
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Henry nearly swerved the car in surprise, clearly, he hadn’t expected relationship advice from me,
What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice tight with confusion.
I continued, “Buy her some flowers, maybe some jewelry. She’ll come around”
The car pulled to a stop outside Betty’s building.
I got out and turned to face Henry. “You should do whatever it takes to keep
And stay the hell away from me, I added silently. The sooner Henry reconciled with the faster I could finalize our divorce and move on with my life.
Henry’s expression darkened, his earlier fawning demeanor evaporating instantly. “What the hell
anger.
are you talking about?” he demanded, eyes flashing with
I took Billy’s hand and walked toward the school entrance.
Henry’s voice grew louder: “Sophia, you’re still my wife until our divorce is finalized! Remember that!”
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