Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 33

“How delusional can you be, Hera? Do you honestly believe every man should be obsessed with you?”

Her smug expression slowly faded into embarrassment.

“Didn’t I tell you to respect yourself more? We are two adults about to be divorced. Why do you keep disturbing my life despite that?” I pressed on. “And don’t get me started on your ridiculous delusions. Why would I care enough to hire an actress just to put on a show for you? I’ve never met anyone who thinks so highly of you as you do yourself.”

Finally, I felt calmer after letting off steam. My tone reflected that. “Look, for the last time, you are just a stranger to me now. Do you understand?”

Hera stared, eyes wide. She stayed silent for a long moment.

I frowned. “Looks like you’ve run out of words. Good. Our business is done. Move on.”

I turned away, my mind already working through the Rhea problem.

Suddenly, Hera shrieked, “Say that again to my face, Sebastian Grimwald! I dare you!”

Her voice was trembling.

I turned back in irritation. “Why? What difference does repeating my words make? Come on. You’re someone’s soon–to–be ex- wife now. At least respect yourself and let go. I’m embarrassed for you at this point.”

It hit her like a punch to the gut. She snapped, “You think you’re some hotshot? Don’t get the wrong idea. You mean nothing to me. I didn’t come here to see you. I came to make you sign this!”

“Sign what?”

“The divorce agreement. Hurry up and sign it so I can get out of here!” she roared.

She pulled the document from her bag and threw it at me.

I glanced at the title and nodded. “Alright.”

It showed I would receive 50% from our joint account–a fair share. I signed quickly.

“There you go. I assume we’re done here. See you Monday, and no other time,” I said. “I’ll hold my end of the bargain too. I won’t bother you anymore. We’ll live separate lives.”

I left Hera behind, hearing no reply. I assumed she had finally relented.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. Hera glared at me from behind, tears streaming down her cheeks. She clenched the paper so tightly it crumpled beyond recognition.

I made sure to avoid the dorm on my way back, thinking I was clever—until Rhea called out sharply, “Yoohoo, Sebastian!”

She had been waiting on the only road I could take.

“Where do you think you’re going, dude?” she asked.

I turned to her helplessly. “Didn’t you see what happened? I’ve had a wife for five years. I can’t be your boyfriend, okay? So why are you still here?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve decided we can talk about the boyfriend thing some other time,” she said sweetly, raising an eyebrow.” Instead, why don’t I treat you to a drink? It’s to thank you for saving my life. And if you have any troubles you can’t wait to talk about, my ears are yours.”

Thesitated, then finally asked, “If I say yes, will you give all this a rest once and for all?”

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