Chapter 50
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You can’t afford me now
Chapter 50:
âYouâre laying it on thick, arenât you? Trying to make me feel sorry for you? Do you think this will make me go easy on you? Havenât you given up yet?â
Hadleyâs confusion was evident as she processed his words. âYou think Iâm trying to win your sympathy to salvage our marriage?â
âWhat else could it be?â Eric scoffed, his tone dripping with derision. âWhy else would someone like you, whoâs always had everything she wanted, endure such conditions?â
She always had everything she wanted, huh?
Hadley suppressed a scoff and replied in a calm, measured tone, âRest easy. Iâve already signed the divorce papers. You wonât have to deal with me much longer.â
âYou better mean it.â
Eric watched her closely, his words deliberate and his smirk widening. âIâd advise you to drop the act. Our marriage is definitively over.â
With that, he turned and walked upstairs.
Hadley remained silent, but a cold smirk briefly crossed her face. She knew it was time to find new accommodations. It was time to leave.
In the master bedroom upstairs, Eric, fresh out of the shower, paused while drying his hair. His fingers absently brushed his lips, haunted by the fleeting memory of Hadleyâs soft kissâ¦
A thought struck him, and he quickly began rummaging through the first aid kit. After a momentâs hesitation, he grabbed a new tube of ointment and headed downstairs.
Downstairs, Hadley sat on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, her eyes fixed on the dwindling balance in her banking app. Her spirits sank; it felt as though fate was piling problem upon problem.
âHadley.â
Eric approached and stopped right in front of her.
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Caught off guard, Hadley quickly hid her phone. âWhat now? Canât I even sleep on the sofa?â
Ericâs expression darkened into a derisive sneer. âSeems like youâre fond of making things difficult for yourself. Iâm not here to stop you.â
He crouched down, placing the ointment on the coffee table with a pointed tap. Then he gestured toward her arm. âUse this on your wounds.â
Surprise flickered across Hadleyâs face. Was he actually being considerate by bringing her ointment?
Ericâs gaze remained piercing, his tone cold. âRegardless of all the drama and complications tonight, the fact remains you were injured. This ointment is my apology.â
With that, he turned and walked away, heading upstairs.
Not another word was exchanged.
Hadley sat motionless, her eyes fixed on the ointment long after he had disappeared. Her body was rigid, unable to relax.
Unknowingly, her hands clenched into fists, her whole frame subtly trembling.
âMr. Flynn truly embodies the qualities of a gentleman,â she thought with a sarcastic smile.
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