Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 46

(As promised, I won’t bother you again. Bunit… If you think I’m a pretty cool girl to be made your girlfriend (why wouldn’t you lol), and you don’t mind playing my boyfriend, yes! I’ll be like? So happy? At least it means I’ll get to extend my happy memories with you right, lololol.

[Oh, right. Let it be known that you were handsomely compensated for your acting. I’ll pay you! Including your performance of last night (you wild, wild stallion), I’ll pay you 670k! How’s that for sincerity, huh?

(P.S. It’s okay to decline this offer. In fact, you can pretend you didn’t read the last part!

[Goodbye, Friend.]

She left her phone number and a doodle of a girl with a bubble reading: “Here’s my number! Call me maybe?”

I could easily imagine the funny faces Rhea must have made while writing this note, judging by its content.

I chuckled helplessly. “670k just for playing a role and a one–night stand? Rich people really see money differently.”

I sighed. What surprised me most was that she actually kept her promise. She said she wouldn’t need me to be responsible, and she meant it.

Compared to her, I was the more conservative one, huh?

Still, I didn’t think I was wrong to feel uneasy about treating her like a one–night stand. Wouldn’t that make me no different from that jerk ex–boyfriend she had? I just didn’t want to be like him.

It was Monday–the day Hera and I could finally get our divorce. The timing worked in my favor. Once this mess of a marriage was over, I could finally start fresh with Rhea. Maybe I would even fall in love with her over time. Who knew?

At the very least, this would give her a choice. She deserved that, especially after telling me how little control she often had over her own life.

I knew she wanted me to say yes. I could have. But I needed to be sure my failed marriage wouldn’t stand in the way.

I shook my head and tucked Rhea’s note away. Then I cleaned up.

As the time approached, I checked out and headed to the courthouse. On the way, a bad feeling crept in–that the divorce wouldn’t go as smoothly as I hoped.

I was dead right. I hated how accurate that feeling was.

I waited at the entrance as soon as the courthouse opened. Then I waited until five in the afternoon.

Hera never showed up. My patience evaporated completely. When I called her, all I heard was the beep.

“What the hell is this?” I muttered in anger.

Then I received a text from her. It was so brief I read it in a flash.

Hera: [I don’t consent to a divorce.]

I felt disgusted. She stood me up for hours, then sent me that disgusting message?

“What the hell, bitch?!” I cursed.

I tried calling again but couldn’t get through.

I knew the divorce wasn’t happening anytime soon. That didn’t mean I couldn’t get an explanation, though.

Thailed a cab straight to Edge. I needed to find out what she thought she was doing.

Many employees had already left. Those still there didn’t recognize me. Only Morgan Phelps, Hera’s personal assistant who was just about to leave, noticed me.