Chapter 22 The New Boyfriend
Nathaniel said, “You can choose not to come back, but do you still want the divorce??
At the mention of divorce, Rosalie felt as if her Achilles heel had been exposed.
Her defiance deflated instantly. Pressing her lips together, she begrudgingly conceded.
Turning to the two people behind her, she’sapologized, “I’m sorry, something’s come up. I have to leave.”
“Where to?” Candice asked.
“Lotuswood Estate.”
Candice raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “Barely a few days, and you’re already running back there?”
“I’m going back to sign the divorce papers, Rosalie replied matter–of–factly.
That shut Candice up.
Friched
When Rosalie arrived at Lotuswood Estate, Nathaniel was already seated on the sofa, dressed in casual loungewear, waiting for her.
The house was dimly lit, with only a single table lamp casting a faint yellow glow that obscured his expression. Yet, the tense air around him made his foul mood unmistakable.
“You dragged me back here in such a hurry. What do you want?” Rosalie asked coldly.
“Rosalie, we’re not even divorced yet, and you’re already rushing to find someone new?”
Nathaniel sat with his legs crossed, smirking at her. The disdain in his tone was palpable.
Hearing this, Rosalie immediately realized he must’ve seen her having dinner earlier. No wonder he had summoned her so urgently.
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever I do, it pales in comparison to you, Mr.Drake. Three years of marriage, and no one even knows you have a wife. Your single and available image has never wavered. Compared to you. I’m just an amateur”
Nathaniel hadn’t expected her to be so sharp–tongued.
His expression darkened as he tossed a folder containing the divorce agreement onto the table.
Rosalie bent down to pick it up, flipping through a few pages. Inside, she found herself unsurprised.
The section on asset division was blank. The only item mentioned was Apricotshade Manor,
“You can have Apricotshade Manor, Nathaniel began, his voice calm but firm, “but not until a year from now. In the meantime, you’ll need to maintain appearances in front of others, especially Grandpa. No one can suspect anything”
Rosalie couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
Three years of marriage, and she was left with nothing. She had been used, and now, even in divorce, she was expected to play along.
Rosalie said, “Fine. After all, aside from the Drake family, no one knows I’m your wife anyway, right?”
Rosalie leaned down, picked up a pen, and signed her name without hesitation.
She didn’t care about his wealth or the marital assets. All she wanted was to leave him behind and never look back
- The New Boyfriend
If love wasn’t on the table, then money would have to do.
With the agreement signed, they scheduled to finalize the divorce at city hall on Monday.
Finished
Rosalie had no intention of staying overnight. She turned to leave but froze when she opened the door and came face to face with Leoner, who was about to ring the doorbell
Leonor was dressed in an elegant white French–style dress, exuding warmth and grace. Upon seeing Rosalie, a flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes.
“Rosalie Leonor greeted with a smile. her tone casual but deliberate. Tu here to go to the gala with Nathaniel. I didn’t expect you to be here. Why don’t you jom us?”
Rosalie clenched her fists, her temper flaring. The way Leonor carried herself–so composed and confident–made it seem like she was the rightful wife.
“Attending a dinner with someone else’s husband, and you still have the audacity to flaunt it in front of me? Truly, like mother, like daughter” Rosalie shot back, her tone sharp and unforgiving
Leonor’s eyes flickered briefly with coldness but quickly softened into a gentle expression.
She sighed lightly, then smiled demurely. You misunderstand, Rosalie. Nath and I are colleagues. Nothing more.”
Rosalie scoffed. “Whether there’s more, you’d know best. What kind of colleague calls another woman’s husband by such intimate nicknames?”
The divorce wasn’t even finalized, yet Leonor was already parading in front of her, staking her claim.
Leonor chuckled brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Rosalie, you’re still the same as ever.”
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