Chapter 2 Divorce
“If there aren’t any issues, I’d like to be discharged.” Standing before Henry, I couldn’t bring myself to smile. He had orchestrated my parents‘ demise, condemned me to prison, and was the cause of my supposed death. These actions spoke volumes about his character.
Yet, I couldn’t fully fault him. Part of the blame lay with me for my persistent attachment to him.
Henry, leaning casually against the wall, wore a sardonic smile, likely thinking this was another ploy to provoke him.
After a comprehensive check–up, the doctor, confirming my well–being, left the room. Henry, mostly silent, followed him out. In the past, I would have eagerly sought to connect with Henry, even begging him to stay.
But that night, we didn’t exchange another word.
Throughout the night, I kept every light in my hospital room ablaze. The darkness outside was enough. to send shivers down my spine, a reminder of the oppressive atmosphere of the prison cell, its lingering smell of blood and decay impossible to shake off.
I spent hours poring over my phone’s calendar, painstakingly trying to remember every significant event from the life I once lived.
A dull ache pulsed in my head, persisting until dawn’s light began to creep through the window. By then, I had mentally outlined the potential events that awaited me.
Granted this unexpected second chance, I was determined not to fall into old patterns.
In the morning, around 8:30, I found myself alone, returning to the luxurious mansion that Henry and I once called home.
This sprawling mansion, a lavish wedding gift from our parents, sat prominently within an elite neighborhood, spanning over a thousand square meters.
I had devotedly decorated our shared home, yet, during our five–year marriage, Henry’s visits were so infrequent they could be counted on one hand,
Surprisingly, his car was parked outside.
Just the sight of it stirred a deep sense of annoyance in me. My feelings for Henry had turned from love to intense disdain.
The memory of my prison ordeal resurfaced upon seeing Henry. Entering the house, I spotted him lounging in the living room, legs casually crossed, a burnt–out cigarette between his fingers.
His indifferent gaze met mine, and he coolly stubbed out the cigarette. “Why are you standing there?” he asked, his impatience evident.
“Nothing,” I replied, slipping into my house shoes. The minimalist design of the slippers suddenly seemed incongruent with the future I envisioned, a future post–divorce.
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Disinclined to engage with Henry, I headed upstairs for some much–needed rest.
“Do you have nothing to say to me?” Henry called out abruptly.
His question caught me off guard. Then I remembered–the divorce. I hadn’t planned to raise the issue so soon, but there seemed no reason to delay.
“Let’s get a divorce tomorrow.” The words were succinct, leaving no room for doubt.
Henry’s reaction was volatile. He kicked the coffee table, his face a mask of shock and fury. “If you dare, Ramona, repeat what you just said!” His voice was laden with anger, a threat hanging in the air.
I understood Henry’s pride all too well. He would never accept the idea of his wife initiating a divorce, especially since our marriage still appeared stable to the outside world.
Moreover, he hadn’t considered divorcing me until Violet came into the picture.
I calmly reiterated. “Let’s get a divorce tomorrow,” masking my true emotions with a feigned smile. “Isn’t that what you’ve always desired?”
“Hmph, now you want a divorce? Weren’t you the one who desperately wanted to marry me?” Henry’s eyes were frigid. “You think you can just walk in and out of the Patterson family whenever you like, Ramona?”
I was aware that our marriage, a union between two influential families, was entangled in complex
interests.
But I was tired, and I was scared too.
Exiting the marriage before Violet’s appearance would at least spare me the stigma of being a wealthy family’s discarded wife.
“Believe what you want,” I retorted, heading upstairs. Henry followed me like a shadow, blocking my bedroom door.
“Why are you escalating things every day, Ramona?” Henry stormed in, seizing my wrist, cornering me. “Using divorce as a threat now?”
of me!” I yelled, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I jerked away, widening the gap
“Let go between us.
It was probably the first time I had ever shown disdain toward Henry. He seemed taken aback for a moment, undoubtedly bewildered by the drastic change.
Imagine a woman who had always been devoted to you, suddenly looking at you with contempt and speaking of divorce.
It was a jarring shift for anyone to process, especially for someone like Henry, who was always surrounded by admirers.
“Whether it’s a tactic or not, you’ll soon see,” I said firmly, wanting him out of my room. “If you have no other business here, I’d like to get some rest,”
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Reflecting on my previous life, I recalled that Henry once offered me a peaceful divorce, along with a share of Patterson Corporation’s stocks as compensation- a fortune that I could have lived on for the rest of my life.
But pride prevented me from accepting it. I didn’t want to be seen as a discarded wife of a rich family. The thought of disappointing my parents with a failed marriage was unbearable.
More than that, I couldn’t accept that Henry, who had been indifferent to me for a decade, could suddenly fall for someone else so quickly. I desperately tried everything to win him back, leading us to an inevitable confrontation.
Now, looking back, our ending seemed so futile.
It would be another two years before Henry proposed divorce, but those years would be excruciating. I no longer wanted to waste another second with him.
“Divorce?” I heard Henry scoff.
He looked at me with scorn. “You once said you couldn’t live without me, and now… asking for a divorce?”
His words cut deep, echoing my past declarations of devotion to him.
the one
“I’m serious,” I responded, settling into the couch in the corner of the room. I met his domineering gaze head–on. “Five years have passed, and there’s still no love between us. We should end this marriage in name only. It’s time for both of us to find our true love.”
I was confident that the astute Henry would understand my reasoning.
“A marriage in name only? Each seeking true love?” Henry pondered my words, then asked sarcastically, “Feeling lonely, are you?”
“Believe what you like,” I replied, too exhausted to elaborate.
Henry leaned in, his arms framing me against the couch, his voice taking on a seductive tone, “Why didn’t you come to me if you were feeling lonely? I could have satisfied you anytime.”
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