Chapter 110 There's No Chance for Us Anymore! [2]
Late at night, Grace got a call from Henry.
It was raining, and his voice was muffled. "Come to the villa at 4 P.M. tomorrow. We need to discuss the divorce."
Grace felt a bit stunned. She had expected this but didn't think it would be so straightforward. Henry agreeing to the divorce so easily left her with mixed feelings.
After a pause, she said, "Let's discuss it at the law firm instead."
Henry was firm. "I don't want anyone else involved in our marriage! Come to the villa, or we won't discuss it at all!"
Grace replied calmly, "Someone else has already intervened in our marriage, Henry. If you want to talk at the villa, then I'll be there on time."
She hung up. Outside, the rain kept falling, and Grace stared blankly at it.
The next afternoon, Grace arrived at the villa on time.
The servants, probably guessing what was happening, were silent. As they led Grace upstairs, they said, "Mr. Montague returned at noon and has been in the living room since."
Grace didn't respond, and the servant didn't say more.
On the second floor, the servant left, and Grace gently opened the bedroom door.
The living room lights were off, creating a dim and oppressive atmosphere.
Henry sat on the sofa in a formal three-piece suit, still wearing his jacket, expressionless.
On the table in front of him was a divorce agreement.
Grace closed the door and sat on the sofa opposite him. Just as she was about to pick up the agreement, Henry stopped her. "You can look at that later."
His tone was gentle, maybe because they were about to divorce.
Grace looked at him quietly.
Henry also looked at her quietly. After a long time, he asked softly, "Grace, what can't you forgive me for the most—is it what happened in the study that night, or that I pushed Elodie away at the hospital, causing you to lose your dream?"
Grace tilted her head slightly, holding back tears. The memories Henry mentioned were painful, each one leaving a deep scar.
After a while, she answered softly, "Time! Time has worn away my love for you. The past years have disappointed me in you and our marriage, again and again."
Henry looked at her quietly for a long time before asking, "So you don't love me anymore, right?"
Grace lowered her eyes and said yes.
He suddenly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. There was a set of sofas by the window, a place that held many of their intimate memories. Countless times, he had possessed her there, regardless of whether her comfort or willingness. As long as he wanted it, she had to accept it.
Henry stood there for a long time until dusk appeared in the sky. Then he spoke, "Alright! I'll let you go!" His voice was hoarse.
He didn't turn around and continued, "But I won't let that 2% share continue to threaten me! Grace, you should understand this!"
Grace understood. She never wanted his shares; she wanted the compensation she deserved.
She didn't speak, and Henry understood her meaning.
Henry looked into the distance, his Adam's apple moving, and made his decision. "I will transfer two villas and four apartments to your name! As long as you don't remarry, I will pay you $15 million in alimony every year."
They had lived together for three years. She had been his wife. They had shared a bed for three years. Henry didn't want her with anyone else. In his heart, Grace was still his wife, so he was willing to support her for life.
Grace understood Henry's thoughts.
She spoke softly, "Henry, let's end this once and for all. It's better for both of us."
Henry blinked. He didn't agree immediately but lit a cigarette by the window. He smoked half before putting it out. As he did, he said calmly, "Do you hate me so much that you won't even give me one last chance? But fine, it's better to end it cleanly."
In the end, they agreed on $150 million.
Two villas, four apartments, and $150 million were his total compensation to her, along with the transfer agreement for Dylan to handle Oliver's case.
Henry added those conditions to the agreement.
He signed quickly, as if afraid he'd regret it. The dark ink almost penetrated the thin paper. When it was Grace's turn to sign, he didn't look.
They were finally over. Their marriage had ended.
The light was so dim it was almost invisible. Henry turned on the light, and the brightness stung his eyes. He shielded them lightly and murmured, "Pick a time to come and pack your things. You can take the jewelry you've used; you might still need it for future events."
"I'll pack now. I don't want those," she said.
Henry looked at her for a long time, then said self-mockingly, "Alright, let's do it today."
Maybe because they had signed the papers and were no longer husband and wife, they were both very calm.
Henry sat in the living room while Grace went to the bedroom to pack. She didn't want much, just her usual clothes and some small jewelry she had bought herself.
The walk-in closet held the most memories for Grace. So many mornings, she had ironed Henry's shirts here, her heart full of newlywed sweetness. Later, she had heard him go to Harmony City to see Elodie, and each time she was filled with disappointment.
Grace suppressed her sadness and quickly packed her things.
As she was about to leave, Henry hugged her. The familiar scent made her eyes red. "Henry, let go of me. We're already divorced. What are you doing now?"
Henry held her tightly, his face burning hot against her neck.
His voice was even more suppressed. "Grace, give me one more chance."
When Henry said this, he was almost trembling. He had almost used up all his pride to make the request.
Henry didn't want to let go of Grace, didn't want to hear news of her with someone else. She was his wife. She had loved him for so many years; how could she love someone else?
Henry held her tightly, even grabbing her hand, guiding it through his jacket and unbuttoning two buttons of his shirt. He made her feel his heart, warm and beating strongly.
He held her, his eyes tightly closed. "Grace, you're here."
Grace was pressed against his chest, her face against his heart, and she felt sad. Why did he say this after they had completely separated? What good was it that she was here? At critical moments, he always chose Elodie, he habitually disregarded her feelings and treated her harshly.
But she still cried, her tears wetting Henry's chest, making it uncomfortably damp and hot.
Grace lay in Henry's arms, probably for the last time.
Grace's voice was suppressed but firm. "Henry, it's no use. We're over. Don't try to win me back."
Grace pushed Henry away, tears still in her eyes. She took a few steps back and left under his gaze.
The bedroom door opened, and as it closed, it gently swayed.