Chapter 7 Divorce Agreement
Grace tried to pull away, but Henry tightened his grip, pinning her down. Their bodies were pressed together, and Henry could feel her soft chest.
Grace felt awkward. "Henry, we're in a hospital! Watch your image."
"Yeah, I know."
Henry didn't move, his body still against hers, his face close to her ear, voice tinged with danger. "Do you know who he is? Do you know who you are?"
Grace guessed Henry's hidden thoughts. He was the president of Montague Group, a man of status. He wouldn't let his wife get too close to another man.
Grace gave a bitter smile. "Henry, I don't have any dirty thoughts, nor am I in the mood. Relax, I won't sleep with anyone else before we get divorced."
She pushed him away and walked into the ward.
Henry followed, pushing the door open. He frowned; it wasn't a private room.
Clara pulled up a chair for him. "Take a seat! Grace, bring him some fruit. And you'll ride back with Henry later; I'll stay with your father."
Henry sat down and chatted with Nathan. Though he was usually cold to Grace, he was cordial with Nathan, who liked him.
But when Henry suggested changing hospitals, Nathan refused, smiling. "No need to make a fuss! This place is fine, and Dr. Lucas is reliable."
Henry gauged his response and didn't push further. "As long as you're comfortable, Nathan."
Grace handed Henry a peeled apple. He took it, set it aside, and grabbed her wrist. Standing up, he said to Nathan and Clara, "I'll take Grace home now. Take care, Nathan."
Nathan nodded, watching them leave.
Clara was tidying up when Nathan suddenly asked, "Are they getting a divorce?"
Clara's hand trembled, but she quickly covered it up. "No! Grace and Henry have a good relationship!"
Nathan sighed, "Don't lie to me! Grace used to look at Henry with love, but now there's no love in her eyes."
Clara was stunned for a moment. "You should talk to her!"
Nathan leaned back against the headboard. After a while, he spoke softly, "I won't. If she doesn't bring it up, I'll pretend I don't know. Oliver has already lost his freedom; I don't want Grace to lose hers too."
Nathan's expression darkened at the thought of Oliver. If the lawsuit was lost, Oliver would face imprisonment. Clara hesitated to speak.
Henry took Grace downstairs. The evening sunset cast a fiery red glow on the black Bentley, making it look luxurious and dazzling. Grace was shoved into the car. She tried to get out, but her wrist was restrained.
Henry's expression remained composed, hiding the effort he was exerting. From an external perspective, it was impossible to discern the force he was using. Grace found herself completely immobilized.
When she stopped resisting, Henry eventually released her. He then settled into the car, quietly smoking. Grace's breath was slightly uneven. She looked at his profile, the dim light casting shadows on his features, making them appear more defined and handsome. Coupled with his status, it was easy for women to be attracted to him.
She vaguely remembered that it was this appearance that had bewitched her for so many years. Henry glanced at Grace. He seldom concerned himself with Grace's affairs. While he didn't hold much regard for her, he also had no intentions of seeking a new wife. Men of his stature and influence were not inclined to switch spouses readily.
After a while, he extinguished his cigarette and retrieved a velvet box from his pocket. Opening it, he revealed a sparkling diamond ring. Grace felt a lump in her throat. It was the wedding ring she had sold that night. Had Henry repurchased it?
Henry kept his eyes on her face, not missing any subtle changes in her expression, as if he wanted to see through her. After a long time, he spoke calmly, "Put out your hand and put the ring on. Then come home with me. I'll pretend nothing happened, and you'll still be Mrs. Montague."
In an unusual display of defiance, Grace declined. She subtly curled her slender fingers.
Henry's patience was limited. "What exactly do you want?" he asked.
Grace murmured, "Divorce. I want a divorce."
Henry was busy with work, and Grace's insistence on divorce and refusal to come home annoyed him. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw Lucas talking to a nurse ahead. Henry became even more irritated.
At that moment, his phone rang. It was Celeste calling. Henry answered, his tone not very pleasant. "What is it?"
Celeste dutifully relayed, "Ms. Williams has just risen from bed and had an accidental fall. There might be some nerve damage to her leg. She's currently in a sour mood. Mr. Montague, would you like to visit her in Harmony City? Your presence would greatly lift her spirits."
Henry held the phone, not speaking immediately, clearly concerned about Grace beside him. The phone's volume was loud enough for Grace to hear. She smiled faintly, opened the car door, and left without looking back.
A gust of evening wind blew, and Grace felt a chill all over. She considered herself fortunate that she hadn't wavered when Henry presented the wedding ring. She hadn't entertained the idea of returning to that stifling marriage.
Grace's figure grew more distant, and Henry watched her while talking to Celeste on the other end. "Find her the best doctor!"
Celeste was quite surprised. "Aren't you going to Harmony City to see her?"
After abruptly ending the call with Celeste, Henry attempted to reach out to Grace, but the call didn't connect. Text messages also failed to deliver. Grace had blocked his number and social media.
In a fit of anger, Henry tossed his phone aside. After a prolonged period, he picked up the diamond ring, examining it quietly. It was then that he became convinced of Grace's unwavering decision to leave him. However, without his consent, she would still have to be Mrs. Montague.
Three days later, at the Montague Group building, in the top-floor president's office.
Henry stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, phone in hand, talking to Seraphina. She was expressing her yearning for Grace and implored him to facilitate her return for a visit. Henry reassured her, promising to consider the request.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Montague, you have a delivery."
Henry raised an eyebrow, roughly guessing what it was. A moment later, Celeste came in and placed a package on the desk, speaking softly, "It's from Mrs. Montague."
Henry stood by the window for a few seconds before slowly walking over. His long fingers picked up the package and opened it. As he expected, it was a divorce agreement.
As he skimmed through it, Henry noted Grace's remarkable resilience; she didn't request anything and was departing without a claim to anything. Henry's face grew darker and darker. After a while, he asked in a low voice, "What has she been up to lately?"
Celeste quickly replied, "It seems she's selling her house. Many people have looked at it, but no one has made an offer yet. Also, Mrs. Montague is looking for a job. She won an award in college, and a good institution seems interested in hiring her. The salary and benefits are quite good."
Henry's voice was icy. "Go get someone to negotiate for that house and buy it at the lowest price possible!" He sneered, "As for the job, she won't be able to handle it. She can't endure hardship!"
Celeste was taken aback, anticipating that Henry would devastate the Windsor family entirely, but to her surprise, he didn't. Didn't Henry hate Grace the most?
Celeste hesitated for a few seconds, and Henry's voice was stern. "Get out!"
Leaving the office, Celeste stepped outside, her fingers clenched. After a moment of hesitation, she dialed a number and made a phone call.
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