Goodbye Saintess (by Edelweiss W.S.) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94

In the five years we had been married, I had never once witnessed Hera acknowledge me so openly as her husband. I had fantasized about a moment like this countless times, imagining it would bring warmth or pride. Instead, all I felt was a sharp sting of humiliation.

Stan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Wait, this is your husband? I thought the man you were with at the party that night was your husband!”

“Yeah, what was his name again? Something like… Castle?” another voice chimed in.

“Mr. Castle was such a gentleman. He seemed like the perfect match for you. That’s why we all assumed he was your spouse, Ms. Bishop,” they said, their tones dripping with a cruel sort of satisfaction.

Their words felt like knives, deliberately exposing Hera’s behavior right in front of me while shamelessly declaring their preference for Edward. Once, such a slight would have cut me deeply, leaving scars that lingered for years. But now? I was numb. My face remained unreadable, emotionless.

“Listen, it’s not what you think,” Hera stammered, her voice awkward and strained.

“Save it,” I snapped coldly. “A rat will always feel at home in a sewer full of filth. That’s a truth I’ve finally accepted.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Hera’s expression darkened, hurt flashing in her eyes.

“Seriously? Did you have to sound like such a jerk? I told everyone who you are—right here, in public! It was just an event, there were tons of people, and I went for networking and business. Nothing happened between Edmund and me!” she protested, her voice trembling slightly with a mix of frustration and pain.

“This world runs on power. You’re old enough to know that,” they said, exchanging confident nods as if delivering a final verdict.

“Ms. Bishop has worked tirelessly for her family. Everyone needs to blow off steam sometimes. You should understand that. No, you should support her!” Stan declared indignantly.

Vernon nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Stop acting like some bitter housewife throwing around the word ‘divorce’ like a tantrum.”

“The breadwinner calls the shots at home. She’s the one bringing in the money, right? That makes you the gigolo. So why do you think you’re the one in charge?” Lena Scott challenged, her eyes sharp and unwavering.

The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thick in the air. I stood there, absorbing their words, feeling the weight of their judgment and the bitter truth behind it. This was my reality now—unseen, underestimated, and yet undeniably present in every corner of Hera’s world.