When He Chose Her Over Justice, I Chose Revenge Over Love - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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Just as I hung up, Grayson walked through the door—first time I'd seen him in three days.
He headed straight for our son's room. Finding it empty, he turned to me on the couch:
"Where's my boy?"
"I get it, he wants to blow off steam after finals, but staying out this late? That's not happening. My son doesn't get to run wild."
I glanced at the fresh hickeys on Grayson's neck. "Oh, so now you remember you have a son?"
His face darkened, ready to snap at me.
Then something clicked, and his tone softened: "Is he still pissed about me ditching him the other day?"
"When he gets back, I'll make it right. He's always been daddy's boy—he won't stay mad."
Yeah, daddy's boy alright.
Knowing how much Grayson cared about grades, Mason studied until dawn every night, aced every single test, graduated valedictorian.
The night before his SATs, he was so pumped, swearing he'd get into Harvard or Yale, make his dad proud.
And the man he worshipped most in the world got him killed on the most important day of his life.
I can't even imagine how crushed our son felt when Grayson kicked him out of that car.
Fighting back tears, my voice cracked: "You'll NEVER see him again."
Grayson's face flushed with anger. "Jesus, you're supposed to be his mother. Stop being so damn dramatic."
He tossed an expensive jewelry box at me like I was some charity case:
"The girl's pregnant and clingy—she needs me around."
"From now on, I'm only coming home one day a week. Be cool about it, yeah?"
Kills our son and doesn't give a damn, spends all his time playing house with his knocked-up mistress, and I'm supposed to "be cool"?
Looking into those arrogant eyes, I honestly couldn't figure out how I'd wasted twenty years loving this piece of shit.
I slid the divorce papers I'd prepared across the coffee table:
"Sign these. Then you can babysit your pregnant side piece full-time."
Seeing me actually initiate divorce, Grayson's face twisted with contempt:
"Damn, I spoiled you too good all these years. Now you don't know your place. Without me, you and your whole family would be living on the streets."
Watching Grayson's smug-ass attitude, I almost laughed.
He really believed the Montgomery empire was his doing.
Thought I was just some dependent housewife.
I didn't waste my breath explaining. "This marriage is over."
Seeing my resolve, Grayson lost it: "What the hell's gotten into you? You know damn well our son would never agree to us splitting up."
"You want a divorce? Fine. But Mason's gotta tell me himself."
With that, Grayson stormed off and slammed the bedroom door.
Usually when Grayson threw his tantrums, I'd smooth things over, keep the peace.
Not this time. I signed the divorce papers quickly and walked out for good.
The next day, I picked up my son's ashes from the funeral home, planning to take him back to the Sterling family plot in Manhattan.
Then Grayson called:
"Look, throw your little tantrum if you want, but don't drag my son into it by keeping him out all night. Today's Montgomery Corp's thirtieth anniversary gala. I'm announcing him as my heir. Get his ass over here now."
I stared at my son's urn, my voice hollow:
"Fine. I'll bring him right over."
He headed straight for our son's room. Finding it empty, he turned to me on the couch:
"Where's my boy?"
"I get it, he wants to blow off steam after finals, but staying out this late? That's not happening. My son doesn't get to run wild."
I glanced at the fresh hickeys on Grayson's neck. "Oh, so now you remember you have a son?"
His face darkened, ready to snap at me.
Then something clicked, and his tone softened: "Is he still pissed about me ditching him the other day?"
"When he gets back, I'll make it right. He's always been daddy's boy—he won't stay mad."
Yeah, daddy's boy alright.
Knowing how much Grayson cared about grades, Mason studied until dawn every night, aced every single test, graduated valedictorian.
The night before his SATs, he was so pumped, swearing he'd get into Harvard or Yale, make his dad proud.
And the man he worshipped most in the world got him killed on the most important day of his life.
I can't even imagine how crushed our son felt when Grayson kicked him out of that car.
Fighting back tears, my voice cracked: "You'll NEVER see him again."
Grayson's face flushed with anger. "Jesus, you're supposed to be his mother. Stop being so damn dramatic."
He tossed an expensive jewelry box at me like I was some charity case:
"The girl's pregnant and clingy—she needs me around."
"From now on, I'm only coming home one day a week. Be cool about it, yeah?"
Kills our son and doesn't give a damn, spends all his time playing house with his knocked-up mistress, and I'm supposed to "be cool"?
Looking into those arrogant eyes, I honestly couldn't figure out how I'd wasted twenty years loving this piece of shit.
I slid the divorce papers I'd prepared across the coffee table:
"Sign these. Then you can babysit your pregnant side piece full-time."
Seeing me actually initiate divorce, Grayson's face twisted with contempt:
"Damn, I spoiled you too good all these years. Now you don't know your place. Without me, you and your whole family would be living on the streets."
Watching Grayson's smug-ass attitude, I almost laughed.
He really believed the Montgomery empire was his doing.
Thought I was just some dependent housewife.
I didn't waste my breath explaining. "This marriage is over."
Seeing my resolve, Grayson lost it: "What the hell's gotten into you? You know damn well our son would never agree to us splitting up."
"You want a divorce? Fine. But Mason's gotta tell me himself."
With that, Grayson stormed off and slammed the bedroom door.
Usually when Grayson threw his tantrums, I'd smooth things over, keep the peace.
Not this time. I signed the divorce papers quickly and walked out for good.
The next day, I picked up my son's ashes from the funeral home, planning to take him back to the Sterling family plot in Manhattan.
Then Grayson called:
"Look, throw your little tantrum if you want, but don't drag my son into it by keeping him out all night. Today's Montgomery Corp's thirtieth anniversary gala. I'm announcing him as my heir. Get his ass over here now."
I stared at my son's urn, my voice hollow:
"Fine. I'll bring him right over."
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