Bye-bye Trash! Hello Queen! novel Chapter 258

“I’m sorry, but this is between my wife and me. I’ve made up my mind. I’m not divorcing Natalie. I was wrong before…”

Natalie’s cold voice cut him off. “Sebastian, spare me the useless words. I am divorcing you. Even if you refuse, I can file for separation and the divorce will be granted in two years. It’s already been six months. I can wait another year and a half.”

She and Wayne turned and walked away without a second glance.

Sebastian frowned, taking a deep breath. No matter what he did now, she wouldn’t believe him. Just as he had never given her a chance to explain, no matter how much she tried. He remembered the pained, pleading look in her eyes, a look he had always ignored because he was too busy with work, too busy dealing with a crying Joanna, to handle a crying Natalie as well.

He didn’t know what kind of spell he had been under to have trusted Joanna so completely and hurt Natalie so deeply. If it hadn’t been for her fighting back, he never would have seen Joanna’s vicious, disgusting true colors.

Sebastian pursed his lips and left the police station.

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In the car, Wayne handed Natalie a bag of breakfast. “These Raviolis are the best. Have some. There’s hot water in the thermos. Drink some first.”

Natalie was touched. Wayne had always genuinely cared for her.

“Okay.” She poured a cup of water, drank it, then started on the Raviolis. Everything tastes good when you’re hungry, but these were exceptionally delicious.

She gazed out the window at the bright, beautiful day. Her mind felt clearer than ever. Before, she had been in pain but had never let it show. Now, she would whine to her grandfather and brother, vent to her friends. Had she finally killed the coward she used to be and grown into someone stronger?

When Wendy saw Natalie, she was overjoyed. “Natalie, you’re here!”

Natalie’s smile was frigid. “Yes. I came specifically to gloat.”

Wendy’s face fell.

Jerome looked at her radiant face, his emotions a tangled mess. Six months ago, it had been Joanna and Yvonne who had set him up, not Natalie. He had woken up that morning still unable to accept the truth. The Joanna he had doted on his whole life—how could she do this to him?

Looking down at his mangled legs, he suddenly roared, “Natalie, you did this on purpose!”