Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

I stared at him, waiting for something. I wasn't even sure what.
Quinn's knife and fork hit the plate with a sharp clang. His expression darkened, his voice low and commanding. "Let you go? Fine. If you can't pay the 10 million, work at Madden Group for three more years. Then we'll call it even."
I hesitated. I'd planned to leave and take Benedict far away, to start over somewhere new. But with Quinn's resources, running wouldn't solve anything. He'd find us, no matter where we went.
If Quinn ever found out about Benedict, he'd take him away without a second thought.
Agreeing to stay at Madden Group for another three years was the only choice I had left.
I pressed my lips together and said quietly, "Fine. I agree."
Quinn stood abruptly, his expression thunderous. "Well done, Natalia," he spat before storming out of the villa without a backward glance.
That afternoon, his lawyer came to the house, divorce papers in hand. "Mrs. Madden, this is the revised agreement, drafted per Mr. Madden's instructions." "
I signed my name without hesitation. The lawyer gathered the documents and asked for an address to send the finalized divorce certificate.
I didn't even have to show up at the court—that's rich-people efficiency for you.
Once the lawyer left, I headed back inside to pack. There was no reason for me to stay in his villa now that the divorce was finalized.
I didn't have much to take—just clothes, mostly.
Opening the wardrobe, I carefully folded each piece and placed it into my suitcase. In the bottom drawer, untouched for years, was our wedding photo.
I'd wanted to frame it and hang it up after the wedding, but Quinn had refused. I hadn't dared to go against him, so it had stayed hidden away.
In the picture, I was smiling brightly in a white wedding dress, while Quinn stood beside me with his usual cold, detached expression.
Looking at it now, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. But before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.
After a moment, I wiped my cheeks, rolled up the photo, and tucked it into the suitcase.
I had nowhere else to go, so I dragged my luggage back to the Hinton family home, at least until I could find a new place.
As I approached, I could hear laughter from inside—Skylar and my mother, chatting happily over lunch.
The moment I stepped through the door, my mother's smile vanished. She frowned at me and snapped, "What are you doing here?" Her eyes darted to the suitcase behind me, and her expression darkened. "Did the Madden family kick you out?"
Swallowing the bitterness rising in my chest, I forced a smile. "No, Mom. I'm just tired and wanted to visit for a few days. I'll be gone soon."
My father, sensing the tension, quickly intervened. "Natalia, you must be hungry. Lucia, set another place at the table for her."
The dining room, warm and lively just moments ago, felt suffocatingly awkward with my arrival.
Skylar, of course, couldn't resist. Smirking, she leaned forward and said sweetly, "Sis, it's okay if Quinn doesn't want you anymore. You're gorgeous—there are plenty of men who'd take you in.
"Actually, there's a teacher at my studio. He's in his fifties, super talented. Want me to introduce you? The best part is, he already has kids, so you'd get to be a mom right away!"
I'd always tried to tolerate her, out of respect for my parents. After all, she was their biological daughter. But this? This was too much.
I looked up, meeting her gaze with a cold smile. "Aren't you single too, Skylar? Since your teacher is so talented, why don't you marry him yourself? You're healthy—maybe you could give him a kid or two."
Skylar's face turned bright red. She wasn't used to anyone standing up to her since our parents treated her like a princess. She quickly turned to our mother, feigning hurt. "Mom, I didn't mean it like that. I was just trying to help her!"
"Oh, I know, sweetheart,"my mother cooed, pulling her into a hug. Then her expression darkened as she turned to me. "Natalia, apologize to Skylar. Now!"