Chapter 327
Who exactly are you calling trash?” Henry’s cold voice sent a chill down my spine.
I could feel his anger radiating through the air between us.
Good. Let him be angry. I didn’t care anymore.
In fact, Henry had deliberately chosen to attend this parent–child activity, sending a clear reconciliation signal.
If Sophia would just apologize and promise never to treat him as a replacement again, Henry could let bygones be bygones, pretending nothing had happened.
For Henry, this was unprecedented generosity!
The Wall Street titan, actually lowering himself to attend a kindergarten event, giving a woman the chance to apologize to him? What incredible benevolence!
But instead of gratitude, all I felt was irritation. His arrogance was suffocating.
“Whoever asks is trash!” I snapped, glaring at him. “If you’re asking, then you’re trash! We’re divorced, Henry. Why are you even here, asking to be insulted? Don’t tell me you regret the divorce and want to get back together!”
I couldn’t stop myself from twisting the knife. “Let me be perfectly clear: I’ve been doing just fine without you. Better than fine, actually. Whether you’re in our lives or not makes absolutely no difference. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay away from me and my son!*
Henry’s expression froze. I watched as he clenched his fists, clearly struggling to control his temper.
After what felt like an eternity, he leaned in close, threatening in a whisper. “That mouth of yours is really something,” he said, his eyes locked on my lips. “I wonder if you could still talk this much trash while kissing. Keep insulting me, and I’ll kiss you until you can’t say another word.
My face instantly burned. I bit the inside of my cheek and turned away, refusing to look at him again.
This was his typical tactic, threatening me physically.
Billy stood watching our exchange, arms crossed over his chest, his expression clearly saying: “You two are so immature.”
The teacher’s voice interrupted our standoff: “Harding family, please come over here. You’re in the third row.”
“Now, please arrange your family in the order you’d like to compete,” she continued.
I shot Henry one last disgusted look before reluctantly walking toward our assigned position. After observing the other competitors, Henry had already formulated a strategy. He wanted Billy to go first, me second, and himself last.
“No way,” I protested immediately. “Billy should be in the middle.”
I wanted Billy to act as a buffer between me and this man, so we wouldn’t have to make physical contact.
Henry didn’t even bother looking at me. “Request denied! We’ve been watching this game carefully. The players must be arranged in order of height–either ascending or descending. The person in the middle must be the second tallest for maximum efficiency!”
Billy turned to me with pleading eyes. “Mom, Dad’s right! His strategy. makes sense. Don’t you want us to win?”
Billy didn’t care about the tension between us–he just wanted the mysterious prize that the teacher had promised to anyone who won three
games.
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Looking at his hopeful expression, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin this for him, no matter how much I despised the arrangement.
The game began with Billy going first. The teacher placed a tennis ball between his neck and chin. The little boy carefully clamped it in place. and slowly walked toward me. When h
reached me, he signaled for me to crouch down.
I squatted to his level, taking the ball from him using only my neck, then carefully stood up. Taking a deep breath, I reluctantly began walking toward Henry.
As I approached him, I suddenly realized the problem. How exactly was I supposed to transfer this ball without touching him?
The rules were clear: no hands allowed, and the ball couldn’t touch the ground. I had to place it directly on Henry’s neck.
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