Chapter 103: So We’re Getting Divorced, Who’s Afraid?
Hony fire, then slowly raised his head to look at Sophia. His eyes flickered, filled with suppressed rage that he was desperately trying to control
Finally, he let ou a bitter laugh, unsure whether it was directed at her or himself.
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Fine. Whatever you think.”
He stood up, a grimace twisting his brow as if something ached. He walked towards the quest
Sophia sat there, stunned. Was filing for divorce an impulsive act? No. She just… she had fallen in love with him, and started caring if he loved her back, if he cared about her, she was torturing herself, resenting him.
She seemed to be walking the same path as Brenda, and she saw the horrifying end. These past few days, she had thought long and hard, finally deciding to abandon him to save
herself.
rang. It was Mrs. Sterling.
Mrs. Sterling, the housekeeper.
Back in her room, her phone rang. It
“Sophia, is Henry home?”
Sophia realized he hadn’t been working late at the office, but had gone to Simon’s small
restaurant.
“He’s back. Don’t worry
“Good. Jay wanted to drive him home, but he refused. Oh, and please take care of that wound off
is back, I’m worried it’ll get infected.”
“A wound on his back?”
“Didn’t you know?”
Sophia hung up, her heart pounding, and went to the guest room. He was showering. She frowned and rushed over, pushing open the bathroom door.
He was undressed, standing. under
the showerhead, enveloped in steam.
–
Sophia immediately saw the wound on his back at least a foot long, red, swollen, and gaping- She remembered that moment on the cliff, when he’d pulled her from the car, she’d landed in his arms, they rolled, avoiding the falling vehicle.
There were shards of glass on the ground; he’d been hurt then.
He saw her looking at his wound and turned to face her.
“What? Want to join me?” he teased.
Sophia stepped in, frowning, trying to pull him from under the showerhead, but he pulled her in. The hot water poured down, blinding and suffocating her. She frantically pushed him away, but he pinned her against the wall.
He brushed her hair back, his fingers tracing her forehead down to her lower lip, then playfully toying with her lips.
Sophia opened her eyes, seeing the smirk on his lips, a laugh playing on his face, but anger still burning in his eyes.
She slapped his hand wexy, have be candy hay write than glowed so so his throating Sophia sighed. Let me look at your wound?
He raised an eyebrow “Will a wound infection kill max
“If it’s serious.”
“You don’t want me to dies
“Henry, stop joking around.”
Henry leaned down and kissed her.T
“What condition”
and kissed her I show you, bor on
Henry’s eyes narrowed. He bent down, scooped Sophix up, and strode out of the bathroom
“Guest room of master bedroom?
Henry!”
“Master bedroom. The guest room bed is too cold”
the
She hadn’t realized a lovemaking session could be so intense. Her waked doches clung to bedsheets, his wet body melding with hers. Their movements tore open his wound blood. stained the already damp sheets crimson.
When it was over, looking at the aftermath, she felt like she was losing her mind. Henry fiercely sucked on a cigarette, still angry.
Sophia rubbed her temples, showered, and then got out the first–aid kit to treat his wound. The wound was infected and needed careful cleaning. He still resisted, making Sophia’s eyes well up- Only when he saw her close to tears did he relent.
Sophia dressed his wound and let out a long breath.
“Henry…”
“I don’t want to hear you talk,” he muttered, turning away.
“I… I’m sorry.” Sorry, she was giving him up.
Henry scoffed. Don’t think too highly of yourself.”
Sophia nodded. “Good.”
With that, Sophia left the master
bedroom and Went to the guest
TOOME
She’d just settled down when she heard a commotion outside, quite loud. She threw on her robe and went to investigate. Henry was crouched in the laundry room, washing the sheets “This stupid washing machine, it can’t even get the stains out. Ugh, this blood is so hard to wash out. I should have wrapped it in gauze.”
Sophia twitched. She’d intended to throw the sheets away.
She looked at the basin next to him. Her nightgown was there, already clean. He’d ripped it off her in his haste and tossed it aside; she hadn’t found it and had planned to wash it in the morning.
“Don’t strain your back, let me do it,” Sophia said.
Henry glared back at her. “Don’t pretend to be nice!”
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Sophia was speechless. “I’m worried about
t your wound.”
You won’t be my wife anymore. Why are you worried about me? Nothing better to do?” He was furious, muttering as he scrubbed the sheets furiously.
Sophia rolled her eyes and turned away.
All night, she heard him clanging around, making it impossible.
She woke up with a headache.
impossible to sleep.
She walked around the villa, not finding Henry until she heard voices outside. She went out and saw a three–wheeled electric cart, a middle–aged man circling an old piano, while Henry sat on the steps smoking.
That old piano… the one from the west wing. He and Simon and the others had pooled their money to buy it for Zoey Smith.
“Boss, this ain’t iron, it’s wood, ain’t worth much. I’ll take it apart, maybe good for firewood. Look, I’ll give you a hundred bucks, you take it, you don’t, I ain’t wasting my time.” “A hundred? Henry exhaled smoke.“We paid over thirty thousand for it.”
“Doesn’t matter how much you paid, it’s old stuff. And I’m just a junk man. Find someone who specializes in pianos,” the junkman said dismissively.
Henry wasn’t giving in and continued haggling.
Finally settling on one hundred and fifty, Henry tossed his cigarette butt. “Fine, you got it.” The junkman muttered, “They say everyone here is rich, but he haggled with me for half an hour over fifty bucks.”
Because it was so heavy, Henry called security to help the junkman load it onto the cart. The junkman paid him one hundred and fifty, which Henry pocketed.
Sophia went inside and made breakfast. When he came in, she called him to eat. He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking cold.
‘Don’t cook for me anymore, we don’t have any relationship.”
Then he went upstairs.
Sophia pursed her lips. He was sulking, but in a childish way.
A short while later, he came down in a suit and tie, looking like the polished executive he was.
“Why did you sell the piano?
sell the piano?” Sophia asked.
She thought it was Zoey Smith’s only remaining possession.
“It was an eyesore,” he replied curtly.
“If you were considering my feelings, it wasn’t necessary…
Don’t flatter yourself!” he roared. “It’s a divorce. Who’s afraid? Wait till I’m less busy in a couple of days, we’ll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get it done!”
Then he stormed out again.
Sophia rubbed her temples. It felt like she was arguing with a rebellious teenager, That afternoon, Linda called, asking her to go to the old house immediately.
“Chapter 1 Sup We
Henry’s gone crazy, he wants to cut ties with us!”
