On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 210

Even if they arrived two hours early, she had already been waiting for three. Couldn't he have found the time two hours ago?

Jessica took a deep, steadying breath. “Let me speak to him.”

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith. Mr. Smith just stepped away to the restroom. If you have a message, I can relay it to him.”

Jessica knew Lance was right there beside him.

“In that case,” she said through gritted teeth, “please tell him for me that he’s a pathetic coward.”

She hung up, fuming.

She went to the information desk. “Excuse me, I have a question. I was supposed to finalize my divorce today, but my ex-husband had to leave the country on a last-minute trip. What are my options?”

The clerk glanced at her, her expression indifferent. “The application is considered withdrawn. You’ll have to re-file with the marriage registry and go through another thirty-day cooling-off period.”

Jessica felt her world tilt.

She nodded numbly, maintaining her composure. “Thank you. I appreciate your help.”

She walked out, a fire of helpless rage burning inside her. Lance had done this on purpose, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She walked aimlessly down the street, kicking at a small pebble on the sidewalk.

Her phone rang. It was Rebecca.

“The George Group forced Lance to back down, but then they pulled out too!” Rebecca said excitedly. “The owner of StreamSphere called me and asked if I was still interested. I lowballed him by five million, and he took it! It’s a day for double celebrations! You got the decree, right? I’ll order some food, and we can celebrate tonight.”

Jessica forced a weak laugh. “That’s great news. But no, I didn’t. Lance went abroad for a business trip and never showed up. The clerk said we have to re-file and go through another one-month waiting period.”

Rebecca cursed under her breath. “I bet he’s regretting it.”

Isabella narrowed her eyes. “Do you think Lance even wants to divorce her at all?”

Catherine didn’t answer. She wasn’t stupid. She could see it too. Lance didn’t want the divorce. He regretted it.

“Mom, what should I do?” Catherine asked, her voice trembling.

“I’ve told you before,” Isabella said sternly. “The only thing that can secure your position now is a child.”

Catherine glanced at the maids cleaning the living room. Isabella dismissed them with a wave of her hand.

“He won’t touch me,” Catherine confessed. “The other night, I pretended to be drunk, hoping to force his hand. I took off my clothes, but the moment he sobered up, he stopped.”

Isabella poked her daughter’s forehead. “You and your pride. Look at Sarah Charles. Do you think Willie Brown wanted to cheat on Lillian at first? Once it happens, it will happen again and again.”