Chapter 4 Divorce Agreement
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Bradley had been rushed to the hospital after a heart attack triggered by missing his medication. It wasn’t until yesterday that his condition had slightly improved, but he insisted on being discharged.
Vincent couldn’t convince Bradley otherwise and had considered asking Elizabeth to intervene. But that heartless woman not only refused to help Bradley but had even deleted all of Vincent's contact information.
Left with no choice, Vincent reached out to Bethany.
Although Bradley had agreed to stay in the hospital to recuperate, today he was once again talking about returning home.
Vincent had no choice but to help Bradley with the discharge procedures.
For some reason, as the car drove into the villa district and neared Bradley’s villa, it suddenly broke down, forcing them to get out and walk.
The first to notice Elizabeth was Bethany.
She looked at the disheveled woman holding a bag in her hand and curled her lips into a mocking smile.
How pitiful she looked.
Bethany tightened her hold on Bradley’s arm and said delicately, “Bradley, did Elizabeth hear about your illness and rush over to see you?”
Hearing Elizabeth’s name, Bradley instinctively furrowed his brows. But when he saw her, his expression softened unconsciously, only to turn cold again as he snapped, “Where have you been these past few days? Don’t you know I’ve been sick?”
Elizabeth, seeing his intimate posture with Bethany while he coldly questioned her, let out a bitter laugh.
“What does your illness have to do with me?”
Bradley’s gaze darkened. “Don’t forget, you’re my wife. It’s your duty to take care of me.”
“Oh, you do know I’m your wife? Then have you fulfilled any of your duties as a husband?”
The word “wife” sounded especially mocking coming from Bradley’s mouth.
He used it to bind Elizabeth, yet he himself indulged freely with his mistress, completely disregarding his so-called wife.
No matter the situation, Bradley and Bethany were always publicly affectionate. Bradley never hesitated or considered how having a wife might require discretion.
Like just now—normally, if a man were caught cheating with his mistress, there would at least be a moment of panic.
Even if not panicked, he would at least try to maintain some distance.
But not Bradley. He stood there, still exuding arrogance as he looked at her.
It was a blatant reminder to Elizabeth of just how insignificant she had been and how her meekness had emboldened this man’s brazen behavior.
Thankfully, they were already divorced.
Elizabeth spoke calmly, “Bradley, I’m no longer your wife. We’re already divorced.”
Bradley didn’t believe her.
He knew full well how much Elizabeth loved him.
But even so, hearing the word “divorce” from her mouth still stirred an inexplicable irritation within him.
In Bradley’s mind, Elizabeth had no right to bring up divorce. That was a decision only he could make.
The thought of this woman daring to ignore him and not even visit him in the hospital over something so trivial made his gaze icy.
Bradley curled his lips coldly. “Elizabeth, have you had enough?”
Elizabeth knew he hadn’t really heard a word she said. He was always like this.
“Maybe you should go home and check. The divorce papers should be in your mailbox as we speak.”
Bradley froze slightly, scrutinizing Elizabeth’s serious expression, feeling a faint sting in his chest.
Seeing this, Bethany clung to Bradley’s arm even tighter. “Elizabeth, please don’t be angry. I know you care about my presence and acted out in a moment of anger. But I don’t want marriage—I’ll never interfere with your status.”
Elizabeth kept her face cold, ignoring Bethany. Suddenly, tears streamed down Bethany’s face.
“Elizabeth, are you doing this to force me out?”
Bradley panicked instantly, pulling Bethany into his arms and comforting her repeatedly. Then he turned his icy glare to Elizabeth and barked, “Elizabeth! Apologize to Bethany right now!”
Vincent, watching the bizarre scene unfold, felt a wave of absurdity.
He looked Bradley up and down, then turned to Elizabeth, frowning.
Even as Bradley’s friend, Vincent couldn’t help but think he was going too far.
No wonder Elizabeth hadn’t gone to the hospital to see him.
Elizabeth, however, remained silent. She stood there quietly, her face pale, her fingernails digging so hard into her palms they nearly broke the skin.
She worked hard to steady her emotions, her eyes filled with disappointment as she looked at Bradley.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?”
Elizabeth had no patience to waste any more time. She glanced at her watch and suddenly realized the delivery order was about to be overdue. Pushing past them, she picked up the coffee and hurried away.
“Bradley, do you think Elizabeth really wants a divorce?”
Bethany noticed the slight daze in Bradley’s eyes as he watched Elizabeth’s retreating figure. Her gaze darkened with resentment as she gently tugged on Bradley’s sleeve, raising her innocent-looking face and feigning concern.
Bradley scoffed. “Don’t worry. She’s just angry.”
His friends, who had remained quiet when Elizabeth was present, chimed in after she left.
“Of course, we all know how much Elizabeth adores Bradley. She’s always so obedient—you can’t get rid of her no matter what.”
“Exactly. Remember last time, when Bradley played that prank and called Elizabeth at 4 a.m., pretending he was having a medical emergency? Guess what? She showed up in less than half an hour. Even when she found out it was a joke, she didn’t get mad. You can see how much she loves him.”
Actually, she was angry—angry that he would joke about his health. She didn’t care about being tricked.
With such thought in mind, Bradley’s mood improved, and for the first time, his usually cold expression softened—not because of Bethany, but because of Elizabeth.
Vincent found the whole situation even more absurd. Watching Elizabeth’s departing figure, he gave a wry smile.
But he had a feeling that this time, Elizabeth truly wouldn’t come back.
As they said, no matter how late it was, if it concerned Bradley, Elizabeth would always show up.
But last time, when Bradley was sick, Elizabeth didn’t even say a word of concern; she simply hung up on him coldly.
Watching Bradley lost in his own world, Vincent decided, without any guilt, to sit back and enjoy the drama.
When they arrived at the villa’s entrance, Vincent chuckled and asked, “Aren’t you going to check the mailbox?”
Bradley frowned, confused. “No need. It’s a waste of time.”
The others also disapproved, shooting Vincent odd looks. “Vincent, what’s wrong with you? Why are you suddenly believing that woman?”
“The mood was fine—why bring her up?”
Bradley walked forward, with Bethany quickly catching up, clinging to his arm and sweetly reminding him to watch his step.
When Bradley entered the house and saw the emptiness inside, his brows furrowed deeply. Then, he let out a cold laugh.
“She’s getting bolder.”
With that, he strode toward the study and slammed the door shut.
The rest of the group exchanged awkward glances before cautiously turning to Bethany. “Bethany, what’s wrong with Bradley?”
Bethany shot a cold glance around the house, realizing that the “wretched woman” had already emptied all her belongings.
The thought of potentially moving into this luxurious villa filled her with anticipation.
Though Bethany called herself a “non-marriage advocate”, having a wealthy and powerful husband like Bradley seemed worth it.
Several years ago, Bradley’s grandmother had disapproved of her, leading Bethany to leave after taking some money. She hadn’t expected Elizabeth, someone so clearly inferior to her, to take her place.
Bethany would never allow that!
However, Bradley’s attitude earlier left her uneasy.
She quickly followed him to the study.
Outside, Vincent shook his head and curiously approached the mailbox. Noticing a document, he opened it to find the divorce agreement.
He burst out laughing.
“Bradley, oh, Bradley, Elizabeth doesn’t want you anymore. And here I thought you were so sure of yourself, so confident.”
To confirm his suspicion, Vincent excitedly sought out Bradley, tossing the divorce papers onto the table in front of him with a grin.
His face was full of schadenfreude.
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