The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam) novel Chapter 879

Hailey gripped her phone. She didn't want to break up with Jonah, but she wanted to save him from a dark future.

She didn't want him to live in the shadows for the rest of his life. She hoped that one day, he could truly step into the light.

Back when he was still Declan Zamora, he had lost his father at a young age, and everyone made fun of him for being the son of a drug trafficker.

He had always lived under that shadow, carrying that heavy burden all by himself. Later, his mother passed, and he himself had fallen off a cliff.

His entire life had been shrouded in darkness since the beginning.

Now, he was Jonah Pilsner. He had worked so hard to reach for the light, and for once, he was so close to reaching it.

She wanted him to live in that light.

Hailey gripped her phone tightly and steeled herself. "Jonah, I already broke up with you. Whatever happens next is your own business. That's it. I'm hanging up."

She wanted to hang up, but Jonah's furious voice roared through the speaker, "Hailey Young, come outside!"

"I'm not going."

"If we're really breaking up, then come down and say it to my face. What's the point of doing this over the phone? I'm right outside your house. Come down—now."

"Jonah, I've made myself very clear. There's nothing left to say."

"Hailey, I'm waiting downstairs. I'm not leaving unless you come down."

"Suit yourself."

She hung up.

Hailey stood by the window, phone still in her hand. She looked down and saw that Jonah's luxury car was still there.

He hadn't left—he was standing beside it, waiting for her.

Soon, there was a loud crackle of thunder after a bright bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.

A torrential rain broke out. Large drops pounded down from above, soaking everything below.

Soon, an umbrella suddenly opened above his head.

Jonah froze, then turned around.

It was Hailey. She had come down.

His eyes lit up with surprise. "Hailey! You really came! I knew you'd come see me!"

He reached out and grabbed her hand. However, his body was soaked, so Hailey's sleeve was immediately drenched.

He quickly let go, wiping the water from her arm apologetically. He gave her a sheepish grin.

"I'm sorry, Hailey. I'm soaked. Come on, let's head back. I'll take a quick shower and then we can—"

Hailey looked at the way he spoke—so cautious and fearful—and her heart ached.

He didn't need to humble himself in this way.