Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 49

“You know I’m the giver in this relationship, right? I put in far more effort than you ever did. Even if I didn’t, it’s only fair that I own half the wealth we share. I paid half the money to buy that villa!” I said sharply.

Around the time we married, I had managed to save enough. My savings had been nothing compared to Hera’s corporate fortune, yet I had insisted on contributing half the villa’s price.

It had taken both my savings and refinancing my parents‘ home with a mortgage to gather enough money for the house we called home for five years. I had handed all that money to Hera to make the purchase.

I had given her everything I had because I wanted this family to be my new and better possession. I was fully dedicated.

Hera had been touched. She had said she would never regret marrying me because I was the most responsible, best man she’d

ever known.

She had kept that promise, at least. The one who ended up regretting the marriage was me. I should thank the past Hera as she had insisted on drafting legal documents recording all these transactions and the mortgage agreement. Now, the law proved I also owned the villa.

The Hera I faced now couldn’t possibly steal what was legally mine.

Hera smiled smugly, as if she were some wise oracle. “Oh, I know all that well. Think of this as an experiment: how willing will she be now that you’re basically bankrupt? Will she stay with a man who doesn’t own a single asset? You two only just met recently, right?

“I can’t wait to teach you the truth about society… No woman stays with a man who can’t guarantee financial stability. The only one who could was me!

“This is your learning moment. A chance to grow up and face reality. Want to throw yourself into your mistress’s arms? Fine by me. Sign the papers for all I care. When she inevitably leaves you for someone better, you’ll come crawling back to me with your tail between your legs.”

I staggered at the realization. This was how she really saw me and Rhea. She demonized her and belittled me just to prop herself up and feel superior.

It was funny that someone clearly trapped in narcissistic delusions thought I needed a reality check. I shook my head and looked at her with pity.

“God, I sound like a broken record. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need other women to want you out of my life? I don’t love you anymore, and I’m seriously done with you. Do you speak human?” I replied.

“What?!” Her calm mask cracked instantly.

I sighed, casting her a disappointed side–eye. “You know what? Whatever. I’m done wasting energy on the world’s most pointless battle. Drag it out if you want. I just need two years to be free of this Faustian contract.”

I turned to leave, but Hera stopped me. “You! You want to divorce me so badly, Sebastian?”

“Yes! Yes, for the millionth time!”

Our eyes met, and I could swear I heard her heart break.

“Fine. Have it your way. I’ll sign.”

She looked as deflated as a balloon as she searched for the original divorce papers and signed.

“Tomorrow, 9:00 a.m. at the courthouse,” she said simply. “I will be there.”

“You better be,” I answered.

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