Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 84 Rosebud Lips

“Nyla…”

Hadley’s face was blank, devoid of any emotion. She slowly shook her head. “I’m done with Eric.”

Nyla froze, a chill running through her.

She’d heard those words before.

The last time, Hadley had come to the sanatorium, saying the same thing–pleading for Nyla to support her decision to divorce.

Back then, Nyla had thought Hadley was holding back, burdened by things she couldn’t voice.

“Are you scared, Hadley?” Nyla asked softly. “Scared he’ll slip back into his old habits? That he’ll push you away again?”

She exhaled a soft, steady breath before adding, “It won’t happen. This time’s different. It’s not me asking for it–Eric’s the one making the choice. You know how he is. Once he’s set on something, nothing can sway him. If he promises something, you can count on him to follow through.”

Hadley believed that with every part of her.

When his brother had the accident, Eric had been there, unwavering by his hospital bed, swearing that from then on, Linda would be his responsibility.

And he had kept that vow, without fail.

But even so, Hadley couldn’t bring herself to agree. “That’s not my concern.”

“Then what is?”

Hadley managed a small, bitter smile. She’d already said this before, so all she could do was repeat herself again. “I just… I don’t love him anymore.”

Nyla was speechless, caught off guard for a moment.

If Hadley had only said it once or twice, Nyla might have written it off as pride or the fear of being hurt again.

But this time, there was no denying it.

Eric had made his position clear–he was retracting the divorce. If Hadley still cared for him, she’d have jumped at the chance to fix things, not shut him out completely.

“You…” Nyla hesitated, her words hanging in the air. “Hadley, are you really sure?”

“Yeah,” Hadley said, nodding firmly. “I’m sure.”

“How can you say that?” Nyla’s voice trembled with confusion. “You’ve loved him since you were fifteen.”

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Back then, all she ever talked about was Eric. The whole Flynn family knew how much she adored him.

smile crossing her face as she shook her head.

tightened, caught off

not even sure I ever loved

stumbled out, her

what love really meant,” Hadley whispered, her gaze distant. “You always talked about how you wanted me to be your granddaughter–in–law. I convinced myself that was

face drained

Eric–she was erasing every trace of love

as if searching for the right words. “Divorce is the only

was really no more room

shoulders slumping in resignation. “I

tucked a loose strand of Hadley’s hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. I

caught off guard, her gaze fixed on Nyla in stunned

“I meant it. I want you to have a good life–a happy, fulfilling

felt a lump in her throat, her

there to thank me

quietly. “Why don’t you head to the kitchen? See if breakfast is ready.” “Alright.”

stood and walked toward the

face shifted, hardening with resolve, and her voice dropped to

Eric stepped into the room.

to Hadley. But she’d only agreed to speak on his behalf once. After

or bad, the outcome was his to face.

her grandson. “Did

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unreadable, betraying

sigh. “Then it’s time to move on.”

his gaze sharp and unyielding.

on this! You heard Hadley–she doesn’t want any part of it! You of

against his own wishes once

out. Was

the past darkened Eric’s expression, the mood shifting with a coldness that lingered.

his hand with a pleading grip. “Please, don’t do this. It’s not

though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Grandma, why are you so worried? I

to hurt the woman he

can never bear to see her get hurt,” Nyla said with a relieved breath. “Hadley’s

smallest of smiles.

while Eric came

seen Nyla?” Hadley asked, pushing a plate toward him.

sip of his coffee. “She wasn’t feeling well, so she went back upstairs. Kira’s bringing her

of doubt

just moments ago. Perhaps she was still feeling the effects of

sat across from Eric, unsure of

“Um…”

she could speak, Eric reached across the table and held something up to

“What?”