Chapter 108 Yes, I Do Like Someone Else!
Grace came back to Evergreen City and, with the proceeds from selling the villa, bought Nathan and Clara a 1,200-square-foot apartment. It wasn't as fancy as what Henry had provided, but it was cozy enough.
Clara was worried. She pulled Grace aside and asked, "What if Oliver needs money later? Or if you have an emergency? You spent everything on the apartment."
Grace reassured her. She pulled out a share certificate and said, "This is a 2% share of the Montague Group. The annual dividends are around 30 to 40 million dollars. We don't need to worry about money."
Clara was still uneasy. She knew Henry's character and that his money wasn't easy to get, especially such a large amount.
Seeing her hesitation, Grace said, "He feels guilty towards me now. He won't do anything."
She spoke firmly but felt heartbroken. Henry used to be the person she cared about most. Now, she used his feelings as leverage. These shares and money bought out her youth, marriage, and dreams.
Clara felt a bit relieved.
She brought up another topic. "Mr. Garcia called several times. Your performance was a hit, and fans want you to tour with him. Do you want to reconsider?"
Grace shook her head. "Clara, it's just temporary hype. I know my situation. The violin path isn't feasible for me anymore."
Clara patted her hand in silent comfort.
Grace forced a smile. "I'm fine. I'll accept it gradually."
In the afternoon, Grace went to the law firm. Dylan met her in his office.
Light filtered through the blinds. He sat at his desk, smoking a cigar. The room had a faint cigar aroma, and the documents on the desk looked old.
After discussing Oliver's case, Dylan put out the cigar, leaned back, and said, "If you really want a divorce, I can represent you for free. Mrs. Montague, no lawyer in Evergreen City would dare take your case. Mr. Montague's power is intimidating."
Grace didn't speak immediately. She stirred her coffee and then said, "You seem to know my situation well. But why help me? We don't have much interaction."
Dylan lit another cigar and shrugged. "Maybe for fame. I like handling celebrity divorce cases. Or maybe I'm tired of living and want to challenge the Montague Group's lawyers. In any case..."
Dylan looked into Grace's eyes. She looked at him calmly, with a serenity beyond her years. Just a few years ago, she was a bright young girl, full of innocence.
Dylan put away his nonchalant attitude. He looked at Grace and, after a long time, said softly, "Because your situation is similar to my mother's. She was also trapped in a marriage in the name of love. The difference is, you're stronger than she was."
Dylan shrugged and smiled.
Even though he appeared indifferent, Grace guessed the outcome and softly expressed her regret.
As she was leaving, Grace held the doorknob, then turned to Dylan and said, "Dylan, you got one thing wrong. It's never love that's trapped. If it were love, how could he bear to see her suffer? Ultimately, it's all for himself."
She was talking about Henry, or maybe Dylan's father; it was unclear.
After Grace left, Dylan opened the blinds and watched her go. He thought about the info he had: [Henry spent $800,000 on a psychological analysis of Grace].
Dylan had expected a bitter woman today, but Grace was much calmer than he imagined. How many times must someone be hurt to be this composed, to accept such unfair treatment so serenely?
When Grace went to the apartment to get her things, Henry blocked her at the door.
His expression was dark, and he trapped her between him and the door, lightly holding her uninjured hand.
Grace couldn't break free. She turned her head slightly, "Henry, you're hurting me!"
Henry turned her face back.
He was very close, his breath lingering on her face. His long fingers gently touched her cheek, his voice hoarse. "Can you still feel pain? I thought you couldn't feel pain anymore! Where did you just go?"
Grace's lips trembled. "You're still following me? Henry, you bastard!"
Henry didn't deny it. At that moment, the door across the hall opened, and the neighbor smiled awkwardly, "Ms. Windsor, is this your boyfriend? He's really handsome!"
Grace didn't want to lose face in front of others. She lightly brushed her hair and said to Henry, "Let's talk inside."
Henry gently let her go. After she unlocked the door, he pushed it open and followed her in. As soon as they were inside, he pressed her shoulders and kissed her, biting her lips as if venting his dissatisfaction.
Grace didn't resist because she couldn't. She didn't respond to him either; she was completely indifferent.
One person's passion was ultimately tasteless. Henry soon let her go, staring at her with deep eyes. "Did you go to see Dylan?"
Grace didn't avoid it. She said yes and took a divorce agreement from her bag, handing it to him. "I only want 2% of the Montague Group's shares! Henry, if you agree, we can part ways amicably! If you want to take me to court, I've hired Dylan as my attorney. You should know that with him, I'll only get more."
Henry took the agreement and flipped through it.
When he looked up, his eyes were dark and unclear. He sneered, "Grace, do you believe a ruthless lawyer would represent you in a divorce case for free?"
Suddenly, he lifted her onto the hallway cabinet. He gently touched her lips; his voice was light and exuded a feeling of danger. "He likes you!"
Grace felt humiliated. Her chest heaved with disappointment and anger, "Henry, you're always like this! You always think other men are coveting me, and then you control and torment me even more to make sure I won't betray you! Henry, this is not the life I want."
Henry's eyes turned cold, and his voice was even colder. "Then what kind of life do you want!"
He continued, "Mrs. Montague, tell me, after the divorce, who will you choose? Is it Lucas or Felix, or this famous Dylan? You have so many choices, each one better than me, right?"
Henry's words were truly humiliating!
Grace's lips trembled as she softly uttered one word. "Yes!"
"Because they wouldn't say they like me while keeping another woman behind my back to disgust me! You're right, I'd be happier with anyone else than with you. I'm eager to divorce you and throw myself into another man's arms! Is this the answer you want? Then I'll tell you, yes, I want to be with someone else! I do like someone else!" Grace blurted out in a flurry of words.
Henry's eyes turned red. He angrily tried to kiss her while starting to unbutton her clothes. When he couldn't, he tore at them. He seemed possessed, wanting to tear her apart and possess her!
This way, she wouldn't find someone else, wouldn't like someone else!
A slap landed on his face!
Henry sobered up a bit. He looked at her trembling body and softly asked, "Why deliberately provoke me?"
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