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Flicking away his cigarette, Ellsworth glanced at Harriet. “Is what I say really that effective? Then I say we’re not getting
divorced.”
Ellsworth was being unreasonable. Harriet stared at him, her
face pale, for a long moment before saying, “Ellsworth, how can
you do this? You’re such a big boss, how can you go back on
your word?”
Before Ellsworth could reply, Harriet took a step back. “If not
today, how about tomorrow or the day after? Let’s at least
submit the application first.”
Ellsworth gripped the steering wheel with both hands, saying
nothing.
Seeing this, Harriet called his name. “Ellsworth.”
At that, Ellsworth grew a little angry too. He looked at Harriet
and retorted, “Harriet, has the Townsend family really wronged
you so much?”
At Ellsworth’s questioning, Harriet looked at him and said
nothing more.
Wronged?
No wedding, no ring, three years alone in an empty room, and
still having to clean up after his affairs.
Her gaze fell on the ring on his finger. Right, there was also the
matching ring he wore with someone else, and yesterday’s
press conference-his moment in the spotlight, his shining hour,
always with another woman by his side.
Counting them all, which one wasn’t a grievance?
Swallowing, Harriet didn’t voice any of her grievances, nor did
she accuse him of anything.
She just stared at Ellsworth for a moment, then withdrew her
gaze indifferently and turned to look out the window.
As the car headed for the overpass and buildings sped past her
window, Harriet’s eyes grew red.
Gripping the door handle, she didn’t want to argue with
Ellsworth anymore.
But then she remembered her grandfather waiting for her at the
courtyard, and how she’d promised to go back and play chess with him. Quietly, Harriet let go of the door handle.
She didn’t bargain with him anymore, didn’t raise her voice. She just turned back, her gaze distant as she asked softly, “Ellsworth, do you think I’ve had a good three years?”
Hearing this, Ellsworth took his right hand off the wheel and
gently squeezed the back of Harriet’s neck, speaking softly,
“Haven’t I been coming home lately? Don’t make a fuss.”
People’s joys and sorrows are never truly shared.
Ellsworth’s touch made Harriet feel sick, but she didn’t show
much emotion. She just looked at him coldly and said, “Take
your hand off. It’s dirty.”
For a moment, Ellsworth froze. He stared at Harriet with a heavy
expression until the car behind them honked, reminding him to
drive properly. Only then did he come back to himself, withdraw
his hand, and grip the steering wheel again.
After that, neither of them spoke again.
Harriet didn’t look at him again.
Even if he had once saved her.
But over these three years, what she had done and endured for
him had more or less repaid that debt.
***
More than ten minutes later, the car stopped at the company
entrance.
Harriet got out without waiting for Ellsworth, walking into the
company on her own in her high heels.
In the past, no matter what happened, Harriet never let her feelings show.
But today, she couldn’t keep up the act anymore.
Her face looked a little embarrassed.
“Good morning, Ms. Chavez.”
“Good morning, Ms. Chavez. Good morning, Mr. Townsend.”
Seeing the couple walking one after the other, with Harriet
looking upset and Ellsworth looking even worse, everyone
greeted them nervously, thinking they must have argued over
yesterday’s events.
In reality, Harriet wasn’t angry about yesterday. She was just
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furious that Ellsworth had gone back on his word about the
divorce.
Back in her office, Harriet sat at her desk with her hand on her
forehead for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed
and she began to work.
Evening.
When Harriet got home from work, Ellsworth still hadn’t
returned.
At the dining table, Jacquelyn set out the dishes while
muttering quietly, “Mr. Townsend, honestly, he promised this
morning to cherish his marriage, and now he doesn’t even come
home.”
Hearing Jacquelyn’s muttering, Harriet turned to look at her.
“Jacquelyn, what are you saying?”
Jacquelyn immediately put on a smile. “Nothing, Mrs.
Townsend. Please eat more, these are all your favorites.”
Harriet replied, “Alright, thank you, Jacquelyn.”
After dinner and a shower, Harriet sat at her desk to study, focusing on her own field.
was a call from Kathie.
She answered the call, greeting unhurriedly, “Kat.”
On the other end, Kathie got straight to the point. “Hara, did you
and my brother go handle the paperwork? Did he sign the
divorce agreement?”
At the mention of this, Harriet’s expression visibly dimmed, and
her mood seemed to worsen.
She let out a slow breath and said calmly, “Not yet. He didn’t
agree, so we didn’t go.”
