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Flicking away his cigarette, Ellsworth nced at Harriet. “Is what I say really that effective? Then I say we’re not getting

divorced.”

Ellsworth was being unreasonable. Harriet stared at him, her

face pale, for a long moment before saying, “Ellsworth, how can

you do this? You’re such a big boss, how can you go back on

your word?”

Before Ellsworth could reply, Harriet took a step back. “If not

today, how about tomorrow or the day after? Let’s at least

submit the application first.”

Ellsworth gripped the steering wheel with both hands, saying

nothing.

Seeing this, Harriet called his name. “Ellsworth.”

At that, Ellsworth grew a little angry too. He looked at Harriet

and retorted, “Harriet, has the Townsend family really wronged

you so much?”

At Ellsworth’s questioning, Harriet looked at him and said

nothing more.

Wronged?

No wedding, no ring, three years alone in an empty room, and

still having to clean up after his affairs.

Her gaze fell on the ring on his finger. Right, there was also the

matching ring he wore with someone else, and yesterday’s

press conference-his moment in the spotlight, his shining hour,

always with another woman by his side.

Counting them all, which one wasn’t a grievance?

Swallowing, Harriet didn’t voice any of her grievances, nor did

she use him of anything.

She just stared at Ellsworth for a moment, then withdrew her

gaze indifferently and turned to look out the window.

As the car headed for the overpass and buildings sped past her

window, Harriet’s eyes grew red.

Gripping the door handle, she didn’t want to argue with

Ellsworth anymore.

But then she remembered her grandfather waiting for her at the

courtyard, and how she’d promised to go back and y chess with him. Quietly, Harriet let go of the door handle.

She didn’t bargain with him anymore, didn’t raise her voice. She just turned back, her gaze distant as she asked softly, “Ellsworth, do you think I’ve had a good three years?”

Hearing this, Ellsworth took his right hand off the wheel and

gently squeezed the back of Harriet’s neck, speaking softly,

“Haven’t I beening hometely? Don’t make a fuss.”

People’s joys and sorrows are never truly shared.

Ellsworth’s touch made Harriet feel sick, but she didn’t show

much emotion. She just looked at him coldly and said, “Take

your hand off. It’s dirty.”

For a moment, Ellsworth froze. He stared at Harriet with a heavy

expression until the car behind them honked, reminding him to

drive properly. Only then did hee back to himself, withdraw

his hand, and grip the steering wheel again.

After that, neither of them spoke again.

Harriet didn’t look at him again.

Even if he had once saved her.

But over these three years, what she had done and endured for

him had more or less repaid that debt.

***

More than ten minutester, the car stopped at thepany

entrance.

Harriet got out without waiting for Ellsworth, walking into the

In the past, no matter what happened, Harriet never let her feelings show.

But today, she couldn’t keep up the act anymore.

Her face looked a little embarrassed.

“Good morning, Ms. Chavez.”

“Good morning, Ms. Chavez. Good morning, Mr. Townsend.”

Seeing the couple walking one after the other, with Harriet

looking upset and Ellsworth looking even worse, everyone

greeted them nervously, thinking they must have argued over

yesterday’s events.

In reality, Harriet wasn’t angry about yesterday. She was just

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furious that Ellsworth had gone back on his word about the

divorce.

Back in her office, Harriet sat at her desk with her hand on her

forehead for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed

and she began to work.

Evening.

When Harriet got home from work, Ellsworth still hadn’t

returned.

At the dining table, Jacquelyn set out the dishes while

muttering quietly, “Mr. Townsend, honestly, he promised this

morning to cherish his marriage, and now he doesn’t evene

home.”

Hearing Jacquelyn’s muttering, Harriet turned to look at her.

“Jacquelyn, what are you saying?”

Jacquelyn immediately put on a smile. “Nothing, Mrs.

Townsend. Please eat more, these are all your favorites.”

Harriet replied, “Alright, thank you, Jacquelyn.”

After dinner and a shower, Harriet sat at her desk to study, focusing on her own field.

was a call from Kathie.

She answered the call, greeting unhurriedly, “Kat.”

On the other end, Kathie got straight to the point. “Hara, did you

and my brother go handle the paperwork? Did he sign the

divorce agreement?”

At the mention of this, Harriet’s expression visibly dimmed, and

her mood seemed to worsen.

She let out a slow breath and said calmly, “Not yet. He didn’t

agree, so we didn’t go.”