On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 230

“Okay,” Lance said.

Catherine hung up first.

…

Lance Smith was participating in a remote online auction. He had just won a set of jewelry and instructed the auction house to have it delivered that afternoon. The address he gave Aaron James was Rebecca Jones’s apartment.

“Mr. Smith,” Aaron said hesitantly, “do you regret divorcing Mrs. Smith?”

Lance didn’t answer. Instead, he looked up and asked, “What do you think of her?”

“Mrs. Smith is a good person,” Aaron said carefully, “but she’s not worthy of you. The staff all whisper behind your back that you just keep her around like a beautiful vase. Mr. Smith, I think Catherine is a much better match for you.”

Lance remained silent.

“When you announced the divorce,” Aaron continued, “everyone was saying you’d finally come to your senses.”

Lance’s lips thinned. Aaron knew he’d said enough and quickly excused himself.

Aaron’s words had shaken him. Of course, he wanted a wife who could be a true partner, someone capable and elegant. Jessica was beautiful, but as Aaron said, she was like a decorative vase. She was the kind of woman a rich man would have on his arm at a party—stunning, an accessory to make him look good. But after the champagne stopped flowing, no successful man would take a woman like that home. A vase was just a vase.

…

While Catherine plotted and Lance weighed his options, Jessica was pouring her energy into her work. The long day left her exhausted, but seeing the nine-figure sales total brought a quiet thrill of satisfaction.

She went to find Rebecca.

“I’ve got a potential investment opportunity,” Rebecca said, beckoning her over.

“Yes, I am,” Jessica said.

“Excellent! I finally found you,” the man said, relieved. “Mr. Smith won this for you at an auction today. We tried to deliver it to your home, but no one was there. Since it’s a valuable item, it requires an in-person signature, so we tracked you down here.”

Rebecca reached for the box, but the man quickly pulled it back. “Sorry.”

Jessica’s expression was icy. “I don’t want it. Take it back to Lance Smith.”

The man thrust the box into her hands, stepped back, snapped a quick photo with his phone, and bolted.

“Hey!” Jessica called after him, but his car was already gone.

Just then, she saw George. Oh, by the way, she still hadn’t bought him that new blanket.