Chapter 73
By now, Diana’s hands had already swollen to a purplish–red. Poor circulation made them icy cold, to the point of numbness.
A faint smile tugged at her lips. Her hands had nearly lost all feeling, cold and lifeless. And yet, it was nothing compared to the chill she felt in her heart.
“Don’t you love her, Vincent? Then I’ll step aside for you. I won’t be Mrs. Hendrix anymore. I know you’re concerned about Grandpa. Don’t worry, we can finalize the divorce privately first.” He fell silent.
Divorce? Should he do it?
That was something Vincent had never truly considered.
The idea of separating from Diana had never occurred to him.
Somewhere deep inside, he had always thought the title of Mrs. Hendrix could only belong to her and no one else.
After a long silence, Vincent finally raised his eyes to look at her.
“Can’t you just get along with Gabby? She’s not a bad person. She’s innocent and carefree. Haven’t you always wanted at
A sister?
Diana lowered her gaze and let out a chuckle.
“A sister?” She paused, lips pressed together.
Moments later, Vincent heard her speak in an icy, cold voice, tinged with a trace of mockery.
“I don’t think normal sisters sleep with their brother–in–law, do they?”
Vincent stiffened completely, frozen in place. That one question left him utterly speechless.
younger sister
to keep
company?”
The two of them remained in a tense standoff. No one knew how much time had passed before Vincent finally took a step back.
The scent of alcohol faded slightly, and Diana could at least breathe more easily now.
Vincent’s gaze was dark and unreadable. “I told you before–all men are like this.” Infidelity in men was just a natural phenomenon.
“As long as you don’t touch Gabby again, you can continue being Mrs. Hendrix.”
His tone was indifferent as he turned and walked into the bathroom to shower.
Seeing that he had avoided her mention of divorce, Diana didn’t feel any pressure at all. She wasn’t in a hurry and knew he would agree sooner or later.
Just like her, he was still holding back because of Jason’s illness.
To put it bluntly, everyone knew Jasth much time left. They just didn’t want to let him worry in his final days.
The divorce papers were as good as already signed. They were only that one step away from it being official.
Looking down at the shredded pages on the
At the core of it all, he saw her as someone
He probably thought she was playing hard
Diana let out a self–mocking laugh and muttered under her breath, “Mrs. Hendrix? As if I cared about that title.”
orthy of t
get right title, someone who should feel honored to hold it and never dare to let go.
That night, Diana didn’t go to bed. She stayed leaning
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her desk.
When Vincent came out wrapped in a bath toweled at her, his expression unreadable, He commanded coldly, “Go to bed.”
Diana simply remained silent and ignored him.
Vincent’s expression darkened. In the end, he left her alone. He got into bed and turned off the light.
The room fell into total darkness. It was silent and still, like stagnant water,
Diana slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly into the pitch–black vold in front of her.
The young man from the past had been wild, arrogant, and full of zest. His temper flared easily like fire.
But he had always been gentle and patient with her. He spoke to her with indulgent affection, never even raising his voice.
If time could rewind, and if she could meet that young Vincent again in the past…
Would that version of him feel pain after seeing the broken woman she had become?
