A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 47:

“Anthony, please, don’t be too hard on Kristopher,” Belinda urged, stealing a glance at Kristopher’s somber expression. Her lips twitched into a faint smile. “He wasn’t just standing by; he was actively involved.”

Anthony’s expression softened slightly, though suspicion still clouded his gaze. “He was helping you?”

“He actually pushed me,” Belinda chuckled softly. “That push sent me crashing into the corner of the table, which landed me in the hospital later.”

At Belinda’s admission, Anthony, in a fit of rage, hurled a teacup onto the floor, right by Kristopher’s feet. Tea splashed across the floor, and porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

Gripping his chest, Anthony’s eyes widened with fury. “Belinda is your wife! And here you are, letting them torment her! Where’s your conscience? When you were bedridden and unresponsive, Belinda devoted herself to your care. Have you forgotten all her sacrifices? You ungrateful brat!”

Despite the severity of Anthony’s reprimand, Kristopher remained stoic, unaffected. He turned his head, brow furrowed, and gazed at Belinda.

“Wasn’t last night’s trouble enough for you? Why did you have to spin tales in front of Grandpa?” he asked.

injury, which had led him to impulsively step in and pull her away. Unexpectedly,

deeply. She raised her eyes to meet Anthony’s, who

for my own good. But you’re aware of the true nature of our relationship. From the start, my hopes for this

is back, it’s clear to me. Kristopher isn’t incapable of love. He’s capable of loving and protecting a

your

cleansing breath and continued, “Anthony, I’ve decided to divorce Kristopher and

Clutching his chest, he instinctively stepped

on the edge of collapse. He quickly moved

pills from a small bottle he always carried, quickly administering them to

“I’ve told you before, don’t speak carelessly! You know these words are

she only thinks

silence enveloped Belinda. She managed a strained smile. “I… I don’t deserve it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. With a heavy sigh,

“Anthony.”

you’ve shown me. Though I may not continue as part of your family in this life, I promise to repay your kindness in the next.” Rising, she faced the elderly man seated at the head of the room. “Kristopher doesn’t love me. His affection for Miss Miller is splashed across every newspaper. I