Chapter 8
After a long while, a weak and bitter smile hung on Josie’s lips. “Henry, how insecure are you?”
So, he has always felt so insecure while he was in the Gibson residence? To the point that he’d rather believe Ashley’s provoking words than trust me?” she pondered.
All these years, she thought she had given her heart to Henry, yet he believed Ashley without an ounce of hesitation.
Josie Ashley appeared to feel indignant on behalf of Henry. “Growing up in an orphanage was not my and Henry’s choice.” Doing so made it seem as if she was in the same boat as Henry.
Thomas is waiting for you outside. Let him take you to get something to eat.‘ Henry frowned as he asked Ashley to leave.
Thomas Carden was Ashley’s manager.
Ashley was a little reluctant, but she had already achieved her goal. Thus, she could not say anything more.
“Henry, don’t be angry at Josie. She may just be saying that in a fit of anger,” Ashley considerately comforted the man before wiping her tears and leaving.
After she left. Josie and Henry were left alone in the living room. The atmosphere was eerily silent and chilly.
Henry walked to her side, feeling disheartened as he queried. Josie, I’ll always be an outsider in your eyes, right?”
“What about me, Henry? What am I to you?” Josie lifted her head. Tears brimmed in her eyes, but she refused to let them stream down her face.
“And what is she to you?” she wondered.
Henry averted his gaze.
In the beginning, he only regarded Josic as his younger sister.
She was John’s biological granddaughter, so even if it was to repay the kindness the elderly man had shown him, Henry thought he had to treat Josie kindly.
However, he ended up marrying her.
“Since you don’t love me, why are we torturing each other? Let’s just get a divorce. Josie was too exhausted to talk to him.
Evidently, the man was enraged by her words. “Josie! Don’t threaten me with divorce, time after time!” he bellowed.
“Why are you hesitating, Henry? Is it to show your gratitude? The person who adopted you was my grandfather. It had nothing to do with me. You’ve already repaid his kindness by making Gibson Corporation successful. You don’t have to feel indebted anymore. She could hardly stand firmly as she spoke.
“Do you want a divorce that badly?” Henry’s eyes reddened without him realizing it.
“Yes… She wanted a divorce.
That was because she wanted to live, and she could not continue to live her life if she remained by his side.
Josie felt horrified. Last night, she was an out–of–control lunatic, and she was afraid of herself.
At that, Henry clenched his jaw and nodded. “Fine, Josie. Don’t regret it.”
She looked away, feeling the hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t worry, Henry. 1, Josie Yates, never regret.”
12:40 Wed, 8 May
Chapter 8
After all. Josie had her pride and persistence.
Since he did not love her, leaving one another was her salvation.
“I’ll give you one afternoon to think it over. If you insist on getting the divorce, I’ll sign the papers when I come back tonight.” As soon as the words left his lips, Henry turned around and left.
When Josie was left alone in the living room, all of her facades began to crumble.
She pulled at her hair as if she had gone crazy. Then, she crouched down and burst into tears.
It had been three years.
Those were the three years of her wedded life.
There were no promises or great memories, nor was there a mess. It was clean as if it was all a dream.
When she was awoken from it, she found herself to be nothing but a joke.
A crowd was gathering at Morose Entertainment Club in Hofcaster.
“Wow, it’s rare for you to stay out so late, Mr. Gibson,” said someone.
It was already midnight, but Henry was not planning on going home yet.
The people who gathered were a part of Henry’s inner circle in Hofcaster. In their eyes, he was an eligible bachelor who was as disciplined as a married man.
Whenever they got together, Henry was always the one who would leave first. Thus, they couldn’t help wondering why he did not do the same this time.
“Didn’t you keep up with the gossip about Mr. Gibson? The celebrity that just debuted is indeed a pretty face. Are you dating her, Mr. Gibson?” one of them asked.
Samuel Turner lit a cigarette. His tone was laced with a hint of sarcasm as he queried. “Mr. Gibson, are you really in love with that celebrity? People like her are ruthless and cold–hearted. You shouldn’t fall in love with Ashley for real.”
A hint of displeasure surfaced on Henry’s face as he warned, “Watch your mouth. Ashley is not like those other women.”
“So you’re protecting her?” Samuel nonchalantly took a puff of the cigarette. He leaned over to Henry’s ear and asked in a hushed tone, “What about Josie, then? If you don’t want her, just give her to me.”