Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 26

“No, I’m not going home. I’ll sleep at the office tonight,” Hera said.

I hadn’t expected that. She swayed on her feet, still drunk, and stepped closer. Then she reached out, teasingly hooking a finger under my chin.

“Sebastian, I know what’s been bothering you. You came here tonight, just like I wanted. But with Bobby and Edmund at home, I won’t go back. Does that make you feel better?”

Her soft, coaxing voice stirred something complicated inside me, and I instinctively stepped back.

I couldn’t believe it. Five years of marriage, and only now, after I’d already decided to leave, did she start to compromise. Even that so–called compromise felt like an insult.

So she did know all along what had been bothering me. Yet back when I still clung to hope, when I still held out for us, she never cared. She ruled our marriage as if it were her solo performance.

But now? It was too late. I didn’t care anymore. If you had to lose something to learn its value, maybe you never deserved it to begin with.

“How exactly are you going to sleep at the office? Just go home,” I said without softening my voice. My face remained cold and unreadable.

She blinked, briefly stunned, then explained, “There’s a small bedroom in my office. I usually nap there when I’m overworked.”

A bedroom? In her office? After five years of marriage, this was the first I’d heard of it. Had she planned this all along?

‘Hera, you probably don’t realize it, but that little explanation just showed how little you ever truly respected me,‘ I thought.

I couldn’t help but wonder if she had used that room to meet Edmund in secret. Was that how Bobby came into the picture?

I didn’t know anything anymore. Everything felt like a cruel joke I’d been left out of. And if she had a place to sneak around, why had they ended up in a hotel that night?

The woman in front of me, flawless as ever, suddenly felt like a stranger. I felt as if I’d never truly known her. “Fine. I’ll send you up.”

A storm of emotions churned inside me–anger, betrayal, resentment–but none showed on my face. All she saw was a calm, indifferent smile.

We were getting divorced anyway. The lies she had fed me and the truths she had hidden no longer mattered. She was never meant to be my forever. So why keep tormenting myself?

“Okay.” Hera didn’t see any of this. She saw only the smile and thought I appreciated her small gesture of compromise. She even smiled back, believing we had made progress. She failed to realize this was not forgiveness. It was closure.

The next five minutes passed in silence.

I grabbed her purse, locked the car, and walked her to her CEO suite at Edge Inc.

In the past, I had followed her like this countless times–worried about her stomach, her drinking, her exhaustion, her every need. Now, even in the same setting, my heart felt completely different.

We were barely half a meter apart, yet the distance between us stretched like a lifetime.

She used to push me away because of her Awakenist beliefs. She never let me touch her, not even to steady her steps. Now, it was me who refused to reach out.

I kept my distance, escorting a stranger with only the bare minimum of politeness. Yet oddly, she began inching closer as we walked.

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Her breath reeked of wine, her voice light and sultry as she murmured, “Sebastian, I drank too much. My legs feel wobbly. Can you hold me?”

“We’re almost there. Just hang on,” I said flatly.

Once, hearing that would have thrilled me. I would have scooped her into my arms and carried her to bed without hesitation–so gentle, so doting.

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