The Maid Steals My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

"You are my wife."
I could be his lawful spouse, his arm candy envied by everyone. But I would never again be the woman he loved.
"The lawyer says the divorce papers will be ready by tomorrow. Let's sign them and be done with this."
Let's put an end to ten years of us.
"Eleanor, can't you just drop this? I'll give you money, houses, cars—name your price. What will it take for you to stop this madness?"
"You've already chased Mia away. What more do you want?"
"Stop pushing me. You're testing the last shred of patience I have left."
News of our divorce spread like wildfire.
People couldn't understand why I'd walk away from Benjamin.
"Isn't it enough to live like royalty with all that money?" they'd ask.
I just shook my head. "Everyone chooses their own path."
All I wanted was to find the man who had truly loved me.
Young Eleanor appeared again, lingering beside me in silence before whispering, "Don't be sad. That bastard isn't worth it."
I studied her face—no longer wounded and fragile, but hardened with anger. "You're not hurting anymore?"
"No. He's not the same. I don't love him now."
"He's not my Benjamin."
Her voice was steel, her eyes stripped of tenderness, replaced by icy contempt.
But when I looked closer, I saw the redness in her eyes—though she refused to cry. Instead, she clenched her jaw and squeezed my hand. "Don't worry. I'll get him back for you."
"I'll bring back the eighteen-year-old Benjamin."
"The one who loved you more than anything."
Something inside me flickered at her words. It felt like grasping at smoke, but I still smiled. "Alright."
"I'll wait for you."
Memories wither with time, fading like old photographs until they crumble to dust.
All those promises, bright as fireworks over a summer ocean, were just sparks in the wind—gone before they ever really lasted.