Chapter 8
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"Do you think any of this makes sense anymore, Terry?"
He blinked, stunned.
"Every day you play the devoted fiancé, and every day I watch your performance like it's a bad play. Aren't you exhausted?"
"I'm not tired!" he insisted desperately. "I'd do anything to be with you!"
"But I'm tired."
My voice was flat.
"I'm done with this charade."
He went still, the light in his eyes dying.
"So you still want to leave me." His voice was a rasp.
I said nothing. My silence was answer enough.
"I won't let you go."
He suddenly gunned the engine. The car shot forward like a bullet.
"Terry, what the hell? STOP THE CAR!" I grabbed the dashboard in panic.
He ignored me, foot heavy on the gas, his face twisted with manic desperation.
The car screeched to a halt in front of a private hospital.
He dragged me bodily into the emergency room.
"Doctor! My wife isn't well! She needs a complete physical exam immediately!"
The medical staff stared at him like he was insane.
He practically held me down while they ran tests.
The results showed I was perfectly healthy.
Terry clutched the report, shaking his head. "That's impossible! She said she wasn't feeling well! She said she was tired!"
The doctor eyed him warily. "Sir, your wife is physically fine. Her fatigue is likely psychological. I'd recommend a therapist."
Outside the hospital, Terry looked utterly broken.
He finally understood I wasn't just being difficult or sick.
I was simply, completely done with him.
At home, he locked himself in his study all night.
When I woke the next morning, he sat on the sofa, an overflowing ashtray before him.
He looked wrecked—unshaven, with dark circles under bloodshot eyes.
When he saw me, he rose and approached slowly.
"Eula."
He took my hand and pressed something cold into my palm.
"This is the company transfer agreement. I've signed it. The entire company is yours now."
I looked down at the document and the engagement ring he'd fished from the champagne tower.
"All my properties, cars, accounts—everything's being transferred to your name."
His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor before me.
The golden prince who'd once ruled his social circle now knelt at my feet.
He looked up, eyes raw, voice barely recognizable.
"I know I was wrong. I'm a bastard. I'm worse than scum."
"I'm giving you everything—my money, my company, my connections, my life... all of it."
"Just please... don't leave me."
He sobbed, hot tears splashing onto my hand.
Looking at him, broken and desperate, I remembered our three years together.
I remembered his awestruck expression when we first met.
I remembered the night he rented an entire amusement park and set off fireworks just for me.
I remembered his earnest vows as he slid that ring onto my finger.
A dull ache spread through my chest.
But I knew we could never go back.
Once trust shatters, it can never be whole again.
I gently pulled my hand away, placing the ring and papers back in his hands.
"Terry."
I looked down at him, each word precise and final.
"You disgust me. I want a divorce."
