He Gave Her a Three-Day Honeymoon, Yet Called One Day With Me a Waste of Time Chapter 08

He Gave Her a Three-Day Honeymoon, Yet Called One Day With Me a Waste of Time Chapter 08

Sophie Finally Raised Her Voice. “Are you still thinking about Elena?”

“What’s so great about her?”

“Even her own parents took my side.”

For the first time, Grant’s expression darkened in front of her.

“Stop using her parents against her.”

Sophie gave a short, mocking laugh.

“Now you’re defending her?”

“You were the one who pursued me first.”

“You were the one who said Elena was the easiest person to control.”

“You were the one who said you just needed her to cooperate and have the baby.”

Grant clenched his jaw.

“Enough.”

“She’s not a tool.”

Sophie looked at him and laughed outright.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late to say that now?”

“She’s not coming back.”

“You lied to her, married me behind her back, sabotaged her career, and planned to send her to a fertility

clinic.

“You really think one ‘I’m sorry’ is going to fix everything?”

Grant pushed himself up from the chair, his breathing growing heavier.

A second later, he slapped her.

Sophie covered her cheek and said nothing for several seconds.

“You hit me?”

Grant didn’t answer.

Still holding her cheek, Sophie stared at him without backing away.

Instead, her voice rose even higher.

“Fine. Then I’ll say it anyway.”

“You don’t get to act like someone else made you do all this.”

“And now that she’s actually gone, you want to dump it all on me.”

“When we got married, you wouldn’t even cut things off with her.”

“After she left, you started acting like I ruined everything.”

“Grant, those were your choices.”

“Divorcing me won’t change that.”

She took a deep breath.

“Since we’re getting divorced anyway, I’ll tell you something.”

“Yeah. Elena found out about the wedding because I made sure she would.”

“When you asked me to help with that Al wedding template, I put our real wedding stuff in it.”

“You didn’t even check it before you sent her the link.”

Grant immediately looked up at her.

“It really was you.”

Sophie gave another short laugh.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You married me behind her back and planned to have her carry our baby.”

“And now you’re standing here asking how I could hurt her?”

“You hurt her first.”

Grant said quietly, “You were always telling me not to touch her.”

Sophie answered immediately.

“So? You just did whatever I said?”

“You’re an adult, Grant.”

“Stop pinning your decisions on women.”

The day the divorce was finalized, Grant stared at the final decree his lawyer had sent him for a long time.

At last, some of the tension left his shoulders.

Sitting in his car, he looked at the empty passenger seat and murmured, “Elena, I’m divorced now. At least

this time, I ended what needed to end.”

A few months later, he finally saw my name in an internal company-wide recognition announcement.

The Canadian team had exceeded its market targets for three consecutive quarters.

As the person in charge, I had been featured in headquarters’ quarterly leadership spotlight.

In the photo, I had short hair and wore a sharply tailored suit, standing in the middle of the Toronto office

team.

Grant stared at the picture for a long time.

The next day, he booked a flight to Toronto.

After landing, he found the company address and waited downstairs all day.

That evening, I walked out of the building.

A blond male colleague walked beside me.

We were talking about a client meeting the next day as we walked.

Grant hurried over and stepped into my path.

“Elena.”

I looked up.

When I recognized his face, I did pause for a second.

I had never expected to see him again.

Because from the moment I left Chicago, I had never planned on looking back.

Once that second passed, I walked around him and kept going.