Chapter 11
Gregory opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the words got stuck in his throat and wouldn’t come out.
In the end, he could only weakly look down.
“Katherine, I’ll make it up to you.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I had heard those words too many times.
After Alice’s father passed away, Gregory left the night of our engagement party. He said, “Katherine, something’s happened to Alice. I need to go check on her.”
On the day of our wedding, Alice tried to kill herself again. After he sent me back to the bridal suite, he didn’t come back all night.
At that moment, I had doubts about whether I should continue this relationship.
But seeing Gregory so exhausted, I couldn’t bring myself to divorce. I loved him, and I was willing to endure whatever suffering came with it.
Each time he missed a promise, he would say, “Katherine, I’ll make it up to you later.”
Gregory always thought we had a lifetime ahead of us, but he forgot, love was something that could be drained.
By the end of my last life, I couldn’t tell anymore if I loved Gregory or if I was just holding onto an obsession.
After a long silence, I mocked him, “Gregory, honestly, I don’t want much anymore. But you still can’t even take care of me.
“I was my parents‘ precious girl, too. Why should I let you bully me like this?
“So, let’s just end it.”
With that, I turned my gaze away and was about to leave, but Gregory hurriedly grabbed my arm.
He nearly staggered as he caught me, his pale lips trembling as he spoke, “I don’t agree.
“We can’t just end it like this.
“Katherine, you’re my wife. You can’t leave me…”
His voice cracked.
I laughed softly and pulled my hand free. “We’re already divorced, Gregory.
“You made me sign the divorce papers, threatened me into attending the press conference to clarify things, and even followed me to the
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courthouse to pick up the divorce certificate.
“You did all that. You can’t deny it, right?”
“I…” Gregory was left speechless.
I turned to leave.
As he tried to catch up, I tilted my chin toward a spot behind him.
“Mr. Chapman, actually, you and Ms. Palmer make quite the perfect match.”
Gregory’s face drained of color in an instant.
