Chapter 163:
If he didn’t explain, it meant he admitted it! Just a moment ago, he had been buying a wedding ring with Caroline, yet now he didn’t want to divorce me. What was he trying to do? Stay with me? Was I supposed to continue as his nominal wife while Caroline remained his lover? No, that was absolutely not acceptable!
In my impulsive state, I didn’t chase after Herbert. The next day, I couldn’t eat. I cried for hours. For a brief moment, I also wondered: if I agreed not to contact Hank, would he really stay with me and not divorce me? I loved Herbert, and from my perspective, I didn’t want a divorce. After all, no one wanted to leave the person they loved. But he never said he wanted to end his relationship with Caroline. I pushed aside my true feelings and let reason take over. But deep down, I knew it was just a thought. My self-esteem would never allow me to agree to such ridiculous conditions, and I would never tolerate sharing my husband with another woman. That was my bottom line.
At eight in the morning, I arrived at the office, waiting for Herbert to come and apply for the divorce certificate. The weather was particularly gloomy today, mirroring my low mood. I wore a black coat, and to make my face look better, I put on light makeup, but I still couldn’t hide my red, swollen eyes. Herbert hadn’t come yet. I glanced at the watch on my wrist. It had been five minutes. He was always punctual, so I didn’t understand why he was late today.
Then, a black figure suddenly entered the main hall, and behind him, as usual, was Connor.
Herbert’s face remained cold, and his black fur coat was impeccably straight. There was a little stubble on his chin, adding to his masculine charm. He was looking at me, and I immediately lowered my eyes. My heart was in turmoil, but I didn’t want him to see any of my panic. My self-esteem wouldn’t allow me to show my anxiety, confusion, or sadness in front of him.
Connor approached me and asked, “Mrs. Wharton, did you get the queuing number?”
I froze. I had never been through a divorce, so I didn’t know how to get the number. I shook my head.
“I’ll go and get it,” Connor said, walking over to grab the number.
At that moment, Herbert stepped forward and, in a low voice, asked, “What’s your request? You can state it now.”
Hearing this, I looked up at him and immediately understood that he thought I was going to ask for money. My heart felt like it was stung by bees. Was I really so unbearable in his eyes that he thought I would ask for money in the divorce?
“Herbert, listen carefully. I don’t have any demands. I just hope that you won’t pester me anymore.”
Bella’s POV:
I raised my chin and said, “I don’t have any demands. I just hope that you won’t pester me anymore.” In truth, I knew how contrary my words were to how I truly felt. But in front of him, I still couldn’t show weakness. I couldn’t let him look down on me.
Herbert’s POV:
It took me a moment to get to the office hall. I didn’t expect Bella to be here so early. Was she really that eager to divorce me? She didn’t look well at all. Connor went to get the queuing number.
I walked closer to Bella. I wanted her to make a request, something I couldn’t accept, so I could delay the divorce. But Bella didn’t seem to miss me at all. She just wanted to distance herself and avoid any further contact with me. A surge of anger bubbled up inside me. Who was I? I was the successor to the Wharton Family! I had a strong sense of self-worth! Since she was being so indifferent, I decided I wouldn’t show my reluctance.
I said coldly, “Do you think you’re so amazing? I will never pester you.”
