World Cup Final Eve, I Blocked My Husband and His Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 08

World Cup Final Eve, I Blocked My Husband and His Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 08

Vivian, I sent Clara to prison…”

“I didn’t hire a lawyer to defend her.”

“My mother has also been sent back home. She won’t bother you again.”

“I even bought shares in your favorite sports team and put them under your name.”

Then, without warning, Ethan dropped to his knees on the rain-soaked asphalt.

“Please…”

His voice cracked.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I really can’t live without you.”

This was the first time Ethan had ever knelt in front of me.

The once arrogant heir of the Harrington family, the man who had always stood above everyone else, was now reduced to begging at my feet.

But I felt no satisfaction.

No sense of revenge.

Only exhaustion.

“Ethan, you’re moved by your own actions, but all you’ve done is disgust me.”

I looked down at him coldly.

“Everything you’re doing now is because you lost control of the situation. You can’t accept that you’re no longer the one making the decisions.”

“You never loved anyone but yourself.”

I turned to Damien.

“Mr. Sterling, could you please escort me upstairs?”

Damien nodded and guided me into the building’s lobby.

Behind me, Ethan’s desperate scream echoed through the rain.

“Vivian! Tell me what I have to do for you to forgive me!”

I didn’t turn around.

“Why should I care? Leave.”

Time passed quickly.

Before I knew it, only one week remained before the statutory waiting period ended.

That afternoon, after finishing lunch at the restaurant downstairs from my office, someone blocked my path.

It was Eleanor Harrington.

The arrogant, wealthy socialite who had once looked down on me was gone.

Her hair had turned gray, her clothes were wrinkled, and she carried a thermos in her hands.

When she saw me, she forced an awkward smile.

“Vivian… I came to see you.”

She held out the thermos.

“I made your favorite chicken noodle soup. I spent the whole morning cooking it.”

I didn’t take it.

I simply stared at her coldly.

“Mrs. Harrington, I think you have the wrong person.”

“After all, I’m the ungrateful woman you always accused me of being.”

Eleanor’s hand slowly lowered.

Her eyes immediately turned red.

“Vivian, I know I made mistakes. I know I was wrong.”

“That Clara is the real problem! She didn’t just manipulate Ethan’s feelings, she also transferred away most of Harrington family’s liquid assets!”

“Now the company’s cash flow has collapsed. The banks are demanding repayment every day, and Ethan has

fallen ill…”

As she spoke, tears began streaming down her face in front of everyone around them.

“Vivian, I know you’re successful now. You’re a senior executive at your company

“Can you help the Harrington family for the sake of the seven years you spent with Ethan?”

“As long as you remarry Ethan, you can run this household however you want. I promise I won’t interfere

anymore.”

I looked at her sudden change of attitude and felt nothing but disgust.

“Mrs. Harrington, are you confused about something?”

I stepped back, putting distance between us.

“The Harrington family’s downfall is the result of your own choices.”

“Clara was your goddaughter. You were the one who welcomed her into your family.”

“The money she took was money Ethan willingly gave her.”

“And now that everything has fallen apart, you suddenly remember me because you need someone to clean

up your mess?”

Eleanor’s expression shifted between anger and embarrassment.

When begging no longer worked, she immediately changed tactics.

“Vivian! Don’t be so ungrateful!”

“Ethan is practically dying because of you!”

“Do you have any conscience left?”

I let out a cold laugh and turned toward the restaurant staff.

“Security. This woman is causing a disturbance and disrupting my meal.”

The security guards immediately came over and escorted Eleanor away.

She struggled desperately.

The thermos slipped from her hand and crashed onto the ground.

Hot chicken soup spilled across the floor.

“Vivian!”