The 99th Chance I Gave You Chapter 08

The 99th Chance I Gave You Chapter 08

For 7 full days, Nathaniel appeared downstairs from the firm every day.

Every time he saw me, he looked sad and regretful.

He didn’t openly pester me, but it was enough for everyone to realize at first glance that our

relationship wasn’t ordinary.

Naturally, Alexander Shaw noticed Nathaniel Fenton too.

Every time Nathaniel appeared, Alexander smoothly shoved a prepared divorce settlement

agreement into his arms.

The 2 men seemed to be competing in silence.

Professor Whitmore didn’t want Nathaniel affecting my work, so he simply arranged a team

retreat.

During those days away, I experienced so many things Nathaniel and I had planned for a long time but never managed to do.

Skiing, hiking, skydiving, seeing the northern lights in the Scotland Highlands…

Every single thing made me feel that life could be so vast.

And marriage?

Marriage was just that.

On the first day back at work after the team retreat, Nathaniel didn’t appear.

He only left one message, “I won’t give up,” then returned to London, busy cleaning up the mess Sylvia had made of the company.

My phone received messages from former colleagues every day.

“The secretary got scolded until she cried 3 times today.”

“The secretary was demoted to ordinary assistant.”

“The secretary was transferred to the admin department as a regular clerk.”

In just 3 days, Sylvia was demoted 3 levels, becoming collateral damage under Nathaniel’s anger.

I only read the messages, then let them go and threw myself back into work.

My life returned to the right track bit by bit.

In just half a year, I won 15 cases and began making a name for myself in the legal circle.

In my free time, I went rowing in Cambridge or visited the sea in Cornwall.

When I was tired, I occasionally stayed in a fishing village in Cornwall for a week.

1 year later, I successfully became a partner at Whitmore & Shaw LLP, and my career moved forward steadily.

Everything was getting better.

Except occasionally seeing Nathaniel’s sad face downstairs would be bad enough to ruin my

day.

entire

In the year we were separated, he received 99 divorce settlement agreements, but he still refused to

sign.

He probably wanted to use the same stubbornness he had once used to pursue me to force me to soften and agree to be with him again.

At first, I did waver for a moment.

But after seeing the messages my colleagues sent back, that bit of softness I shouldn’t have had was quickly pressed down by my own hand.

In London, Nathaniel went to find my parents, laid everything out, and told them how much he regretted it.

He had forgotten that I was never the kind of woman who swallowed betrayal.

And neither were my parents.

If he dared lay his betrayal in front of my parents, he should have known he wouldn’t receive a single word of understanding.

After my mother heard everything, she kicked him out directly, then called me immediately to support my divorce.

The unease that had lingered in my heart finally settled completely.

After that, Nathaniel never appeared downstairs from the firm again.

Until 2 years later, when I took on a case in London.

Considering that we had already been separated for 2 years and the divorce process had officially taken effect, I finally boarded a flight back to London.

When the plane landed at Heathrow, my parents saw that I looked well and finally let out an obvious

breath of relief.

“It’s all thanks to Alexander sending us photos and videos of you every day all these years. Otherwise, we couldn’t have been at ease.”

I turned to look behind me, a faint, unreadable smile at the corner of my mouth.

“Shaw, how would the law handle invasion of privacy?”

Alexander rubbed his nose, the tips of his ears reddening at once.

“Well… if the circumstances were special, and there was family authorization, there might be room

for consideration.”

That little episode eased my parents’ sadness.

The group of us laughed and talked as we walked home.

Only after returning home did I learn from my father why Nathaniel had disappeared.

To force Nathaniel to give her a title, Sylvia had sold intimate photos of herself and Nathaniel to the

media.

Fenton Holdings plc had just completed its IPO on the London Stock Exchange when the scandal dragged it into a storm. Its share price plunged all the way down.

Companies that had once had good relationships with me immediately terminated their contracts.

Several partnerships that had just been negotiated were affected too, causing Fenton Group to lose nearly $1,000,000,000 and face a series of breach-of-contract claims.

Nathaniel lost control in anger and hit Sylvia in the office, which earned him 3 months in jail.

Fenton Group couldn’t hold on until Nathaniel was released. It declared insolvency and officially went bankrupt.

As for Sylvia, because of that scandal, she was removed from Fenton Group and blacklisted by the entire industry.

In the end, she could only work at a small café in East London, while occasionally enduring the owner’s cold looks and nitpicking.

The next time I saw Nathaniel was at a black-tie corporate gala.

As the lead counsel who had helped the company successfully complete its IPO, I was invited to the head table.

In the corner, Nathaniel was holding a glass and making small talk with business partners he once looked down on.

Glass after glass.

That scene reminded me of many years ago, when I accompanied him to client dinner after client dinner, drinking glass after glass until I could barely stand.

The moment our eyes met, I saw embarrassment, shock, pain, and belated regret in his

eyes.

Across the crowd, I raised my glass to him.

Then I slowly drank the champagne in my hand.

This glass was to the love between us that had already ended.

And to the me who had finally come back to life.