Raise Your Bastard? Nah, Reborn to Return Your Future Jailbird! - Chapter 121: Chapter 121
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I guessed Hendrick would be back in the office, so I went upstairs with the divorce agreement.
"Madam, Mr. Morrison is in a meeting right now, please wait a moment."
A meeting, huh? But I could clearly hear Annie's voice.
I didn't want to wait. I pushed past the secretary and went straight for the door.
But the second I got there, my steps froze.
The blinds weren't fully shut, and through the gap, I saw Hendrick. The Hendrick who once needed help just to take off his shoes, now kneeling to massage Annie's feet.
She sat on his lap like some perfect little snow doll, popping snacks like it was nothing.
I used to love snacks too. But Hendrick said he hated the smell of junk food.
So after we got married, I stopped eating them. I was scared he'd find me disgusting.
"Um...Mrs. Morrison, Mr. Morrison is just..."
The secretary looked at me awkwardly.
I gave a bitter smile. "It's fine. When does he ever have time? I've got a contract that needs his signature."
"Mrs. Morrison, just leave it with me," the secretary said gently. "I need to go in and get the President's signature anyway."
And She really was holding a whole stack of files.
I gave a small nod and handed him the agreement.
She knew how to do things. She just slipped the divorce agreement to the bottom of the stack, didn't look at it, and didn't ask.
I thought Hendrick would hesitate for a moment after seeing the divorce papers, but he just signed them without a second glance.
When the secretary handed the papers back, my legs almost gave out.
It didn't feel real.
I'd known since middle school that I was engaged to Hendrick.
The cold, distant genius who couldn't stand being around women.
So I was glad it was me he was engaged to.
And I had chased after him for fifteen years like a love-sick puppy.
But now, my fifteen-year crush, this one-sided love was finally over.
Back home, the tears I had been holding back finally fell. It hurt to say goodbye, but I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"Mrs. Brown, pack up my things—and take down all the wedding photos in the house," I told the nanny.
She paused, frowning. "Oh Madam, you used to love those photos the most! Why take them down now?"
It's true. I treated those wedding pictures like trophies, like they proved Hendrick loved me.
But it's time to wake up.
"This place is getting a new mistress soon," I said softly. "Better to clear them out early."
"Madam, Mr. Morrison is in a meeting right now, please wait a moment."
A meeting, huh? But I could clearly hear Annie's voice.
I didn't want to wait. I pushed past the secretary and went straight for the door.
But the second I got there, my steps froze.
The blinds weren't fully shut, and through the gap, I saw Hendrick. The Hendrick who once needed help just to take off his shoes, now kneeling to massage Annie's feet.
She sat on his lap like some perfect little snow doll, popping snacks like it was nothing.
I used to love snacks too. But Hendrick said he hated the smell of junk food.
So after we got married, I stopped eating them. I was scared he'd find me disgusting.
"Um...Mrs. Morrison, Mr. Morrison is just..."
The secretary looked at me awkwardly.
I gave a bitter smile. "It's fine. When does he ever have time? I've got a contract that needs his signature."
"Mrs. Morrison, just leave it with me," the secretary said gently. "I need to go in and get the President's signature anyway."
And She really was holding a whole stack of files.
I gave a small nod and handed him the agreement.
She knew how to do things. She just slipped the divorce agreement to the bottom of the stack, didn't look at it, and didn't ask.
I thought Hendrick would hesitate for a moment after seeing the divorce papers, but he just signed them without a second glance.
When the secretary handed the papers back, my legs almost gave out.
It didn't feel real.
I'd known since middle school that I was engaged to Hendrick.
The cold, distant genius who couldn't stand being around women.
So I was glad it was me he was engaged to.
And I had chased after him for fifteen years like a love-sick puppy.
But now, my fifteen-year crush, this one-sided love was finally over.
Back home, the tears I had been holding back finally fell. It hurt to say goodbye, but I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"Mrs. Brown, pack up my things—and take down all the wedding photos in the house," I told the nanny.
She paused, frowning. "Oh Madam, you used to love those photos the most! Why take them down now?"
It's true. I treated those wedding pictures like trophies, like they proved Hendrick loved me.
But it's time to wake up.
"This place is getting a new mistress soon," I said softly. "Better to clear them out early."
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