Six Years Of Afternoon Tea Bought Me The Truth About My Husband Chapter 10

Six Years Of Afternoon Tea Bought Me The Truth About My Husband Chapter 10

Someone filmed a video.

In the footage, he suppressed his rage and said, “The child isn’t mine.”

Norah shouted right back on the spot, “You knew that all along! You said it didn’t matter whose child it was!”

Those words cut deeper than any blade.

That very day, the shareholders held an emergency meeting.

Andres was demanded to step down from daily management.

It wasn’t out of morality. It was because his judgment was so compromised that he had nearly signed away

company assets to an outsider.

For the first time, he sent me a message begging for help.

[Stevie, please say a word on my behalf.]

I replied: [Who is this?]

On the day of the divorce, the sky was perfectly clear.

Andres wore a severely wrinkled shirt.

I was dressed formally.

After completing the paperwork and stepping outside, he stood on the steps and looked at me. “Stevie, are you really not sad at all?”

“I was sad when I first found out about Norah,” I said.

“And now?”

“I’m busy”

He offered a bitter smile “You didn’t used to be like this.”

I looked at him “What did I used to be like?”

He thought about it for a moment, replying. ‘Gentle, sensible, devoted to the family

I laughed “That wasn’t me That was just the free maid you needed

The color drained entirely from his face “Can I still reach out to you in the future?”

“No.”

“We had ten years.”

“So don’t waste an eleventh year.”

I turned and walked away.

He called out behind me. “Stevie.”

I didn’t look back.

Callie and her husband were waiting for me by the curb.

They were preparing to move back to their hometown and had stopped by on their way out to drop off some

final documents.

Callie stuffed a bag of roasted chestnuts into my hands. “Here. Something sweet.”

I took them from her.

She said, “Take good care of yourself from now on.

I nodded.

Calli’s husband looked at me as well. “Goodbye, Mrs. Moreau. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t call me that anymore,” I said.

He froze.

I smiled gently, adding, “Just call me Stevie.”