Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 30

“Get Legal on the line, now!” Hera’s voice cut through the office, sharp and commanding, her fury unmistakable. “Tell them to prepare two copies of a divorce agreement. I’m done—I’m walking out.”

The words “divorce agreement” struck Morgan like a thunderclap. His expression hardened instantly. There was no need for questions; Hera had made her decision crystal clear. She was truly going to divorce Sebastian.

But hadn’t Sebastian been here just last night? Hadn’t things seemed to be going well between them? Morgan’s mind raced with confusion, yet he knew better than to pry into Hera’s personal affairs. With a respectful nod, he quietly exited the room.

Within ten minutes, two freshly printed copies of the divorce papers were neatly placed on Hera’s desk. Without uttering a single word, she grabbed them, her face cold and unreadable. Then, with purposeful strides, she left the Edge Inc. headquarters, heading straight toward the fire station.

“Sebastian,” she muttered under her breath, her voice low but fierce, “if you want to play hardball, then let’s see who really loses in the end.”

Meanwhile, across town…

Thad had just wrapped up our morning physical training session when my captain summoned me to his office.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” I asked, stepping inside.

Albert wore a satisfied smile, and that alone made me wary.

“That’s right,” he said, grinning broadly. “I didn’t expect you to pull off something like this and surprise me.”

“Surprise?” I blinked, puzzled.

He laughed softly. “Don’t act innocent. You made us all proud, Sebastian. I’m recommending you for a commendation. Also, someone’s here to present you with a banner.”

A banner? What for?

My mind immediately jumped to the wildfire rescue we had pulled off a few days ago. Maybe a local had come to express their gratitude? But it had been a team effort. Why single me out?

Before I could dwell on it further, Albert clapped me on the shoulder and said, “She’s waiting for you by the dorm building. Go on, don’t keep her waiting.”

“What brings you here?” I asked, my tone cooling with a hint of caution.

The lightness I’d felt earlier vanished instantly. Maybe it was the memory of that night, or the strange familiarity she exuded, but I immediately went on alert.

“Can’t you tell?” she replied softly, tilting her head. “I’m here to deliver a banner. To thank the man who saved my life.”

She smiled brightly and held the banner out toward me.

I returned a small, polite smile. “Thank you. I’m glad to see you’re doing okay. Just… try to take better care of yourself next time, alright?”

There was no hint of ulterior motive in her demeanor—only genuine gratitude. I hesitated, then reached out and accepted the banner with a nod.

Maybe I was reading too much into it. Rhea had been drunk that night, probably struggling with something personal. But now, standing here in the sunlight, she looked steadier, more grounded. Almost like a different person entirely.