Chapter 119:
If he had said those words before, I might have been overjoyed.
Now, they felt empty.
“You spent ten hours flying back and forth. You were gone for a whole week. But none of it was because of me, was it?”
His jaw tensed.
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
I took a deep breath, swallowing the pain clawing at my throat.
“Let’s get a divorce.”
Silence filled the room.
Finally, he spoke.
“Is that what you wanted to tell me?”
“Yes.”
I nodded. Beneath the covers, my fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of my pajamas.
I was trembling.
“Why?” he asked, his voice quieter now, but insistent.
“Isn’t this what you wanted to say to me?”
I lifted my gaze and met his eyes, unflinching.
“Do you know what I want to say to you? What exactly are you thinking?”
Herbert’s voice was sharp, his tone several degrees louder—especially piercing in the dead of night.
“In the end, it doesn’t matter who says it first,” I replied calmly.
“The result will be the same. There’s no difference.”
His expression darkened, his brows furrowed tightly.
“You’ve gone too far!” he shouted.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.
For a long time, I stayed in the bedroom, staring at the closed door. Finally, I slipped on my slippers and stepped outside. The villa was dark and eerily quiet.
He was gone.
I couldn’t help but wonder—where would he go at this hour?
The next morning, I dragged myself downstairs.
I had barely slept all night, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me.
“Madam, did Sir come back last night? I saw his suitcase by the door, but I didn’t see him this morning,” Miranda asked.
“He came back last night,” I said, taking a seat at the table.
“He must have had something to do and left again.”
“The young master works too hard,” Miranda sighed.
“He really should rest more.”
