Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 263 Set Her Free

I stared at the photo for a bit and then said, "No need."

The assistant looked confused.

I handed the tablet back and went back to my seat. "Let them write whatever they want," I said.

"Got it," the assistant replied.

Once the assistant left, I called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me. I'll email you the details soon."

After hanging up, I got lost in my thoughts.

"Have you made up your mind?" Dennis asked.

"This wedding is all over town. The people I wanted to notice have noticed. I can't let her take the fall," I said. Whether Emily forgives me or not, I have to let go this time.

If I can't give her stability, I should set her free.

Half an hour later, Dennis was gone, and the lawyer handed me the divorce papers. Holding the agreement, I walked out of the office. At the entrance, I ran into my dad. "Are you really going through with this wedding?" Victor asked, clearly pissed.

I stopped and looked at him calmly. "If you're not happy about it, you don't have to come." The tension was thick.

My relationship with Victor had always been like this. Neither of us ever tried to change it. The grudge had been buried in my heart for years, and I knew way more than Victor thought. Victor was furious, but he knew he couldn't change my mind. It had always been this way.

I didn't say anything else and headed to the garage.

As I drove back, my mind was a mess.

I think I really messed up, big time.

From the start, I shouldn't have gotten involved with Emily. I shouldn't have entered her life. Even though she had always been in my heart, I shouldn't have been greedy. None of my identities qualified me to be with her. Passing by a flower shop, I stopped the car and went inside.

The shop owner greeted me warmly. "What kind of flowers are you looking for, sir?"

I stood there, staring blankly at the flowers around me, not saying a word.

The owner continued, "If you're giving them to someone and want to express something, I can help with suggestions."

A sudden image of Emily in her wedding dress flashed in my mind. She wasn't genuinely happy; I think Emily hadn't completely forgiven me. But every smile of hers was still so gentle, a gentleness unique to her, enough to warm my heart. I bitterly curled my lips and said hoarsely, "I want to apologize to my partner."

The owner wrapped a bouquet of yellow roses and purple hyacinths, explaining that yellow roses expressed apology and the hyacinth's meaning was "please forgive me."

Driving back home, I had mentally prepared myself along the way. I knew that once I handed her the divorce agreement, it would break her heart. Emily would be devastated; she would cry. There were countless possibilities. What I didn't expect was that she had already left, leaving only a note.

Emily: [I'm tired! Since you can't make a decision, I'll help you!]

The TV was still on, and the table was set with the meal she had prepared. But she had taken everything that belonged to her.

This was the result I wanted, but when I saw the note, my heart ached immensely.

No, she couldn't leave like this. She should take enough money with her so I could be at ease.

she didn't answer.

to the cold, emotionless voice on the phone,

a while,

what's with that news? With your skills, how could you let such news

eyes and said wearily, "You don't

Did you really dump Emily and

me a friend, don't come tomorrow. None

up, I sat alone

started replaying today's entertainment news. Seeing the gossip about myself,

the world saw me.

I was really cruel. I really drove Emily

flowers for a long time, and slowly, it seemed like I could

tearing pain in my heart was my punishment. I hurt her, but I also hurt

the sky

found that Emily had

this place. Now, wherever she went, she would be safer than

dark, I didn't know what time it

that I realized I had forgotten to close the

lifted me off the sofa and punched

going to mess around, don't pretend to have some

a puppet, saying nothing,

me and said, "Ethan, you don't deserve to marry her. I'm taking her

he rushed

gone," I

me, seemingly in disbelief, and still went upstairs to check before coming back down. He grabbed my collar

replied, "She's already left

again, and I let him hit me several times before finally

was angry, but how could I

is better

These words were both an explanation

vase I had previously arranged

let her go

struck me like a bolt

head,

recalled that night when I braved the rain to buy her toast from the bakery. She took two bites and threw up, saying her stomach was upset. I believed her without a doubt. It turned out

go as far away

Faris vented and left.

shattered glass,

be bothered to clean the floor and lay back on the

called three times before she

tone was

I'm waiting for

"Ethan, I have

right now,"

"Okay."

an hour later,

lighten as she came in, and the sound of her cleaning up

she walked over and stood in front of me, cautiously calling,