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She threw herself into Edward’s arms.
“My love,didn’t you vow to be with me forever?I’m…carrying your child.”
Her words stunned not just Edward but the onlookers.
“Divorce,or do you want Sophia to raise your child alone?”I mocked.
Turning pale, Edward was at loss of words.
“Bigamy’s a crime,”I added.
“This man looks so proper, yet he’s done something so vile. Is this an indication of our society’s going to ruin!”
Under public pressure,Edward shakily signed the papers.
We were done.
I exhaled in deep relaxation.
Outside the bureau,Edward’s face was grim,but with Sophia clinging to him,he couldn’t vent his anger.
They left together as I watched their retreating figures.
No doubt it was only the start.
That same day, my parents got my dowry retrieved.
Margaret, my ex-mother-in-law, nearly collapsed there as she watched her precious assets carted away like losing her own life.
But with Sophia pregnant with her grandson and Edward smitten,she could only swallow her pride.
I checked every item of my returned drowsy, ensuring nothing was missing.
Only when we were home did I relax.
They’d returned the dowry so easily because they didn’t know its true value.
My parents,fearing I’d be mistreated,had hidden a large gold bar in my jewelry box.
In my past life, Edward managed to steal it to from me.
Now, I’d use it to change my fate.
I hurried to a trendy workshop,showing the manager a pendant.
He ushered me into a private room, where Eleanor Shaw sat at a desk, poring over accounts.
Without looking up,she said,“Still want to give your husband the study-abroad slot?”
“This world—relying on others is the least dependable thing.”
Her blunt words brought tears to my eyes.
Eleanor was a friend I’d met by chance in my past life,bonded over my knack for numbers.
Her family ran an overseas trading business and was preparing for another voyage after a brief hiatus.
In my past life,I’d used this chance to send Edward abroad.
I recalled that night—Edward, uncharacteristically humbly begging me,
“A man must seize his chance at greatness.How could I let you go alone?”
“Let me go.When I return successful,I’ll give you a life of glory.”
But the truth had proved that promises faded and hearts were fickle.
Eleanor had warned me about that countless times, but I just ignored.
Now, having lived my miserable past life, I couldn't agree more with her, sobbing with tears.
Eleanor looked at me. Her voice was upset. “Sorry, I'm just joking.”
“Fine, it is up to you.”
I wiped my tears.“No.I’m going myself.”
My firm words stunned her.
“You—what? You’re going aboard?”
I recounted everything that had happened.
She shared my joys and rages,visibly relieved when I mentioned the divorce.
“Your talent mustn’t be wasted! I’ll secure you a room on the ship.”
What was more, Eleanor invited me to a farewell dinner at a nearby restaurant, where we ran into some familiar faces.
