Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 237

"What is it?"

Madeline tilted her head up.

She blinked in curiosity.

Quentin pulled out a sleek leather folder.

Inside were several official documents.

He handed them to her.

There, resting inside the embossed cover.

Was a finalized divorce decree.

For the past month, she hadn't asked about it.

And Quentin hadn't brought it up.

But deep down, Madeline was certain.

A man with Quentin's power always delivered on his promises.

So this was the real reason he had rushed over tonight.

He came just to give her this.

And the reason he had pulled her into such a desperate embrace the moment he arrived.

Was because, as of today.

They were officially, legally husband and wife.

Madeline opened the decree.

Sure enough, the effective date stamped on the document was exactly the month she had asked him for help.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she traced the paper.

Not out of sorrow, but pure, unadulterated relief.

The stark black ink stamped across the heavy paper.

Read loud and clear—"Divorce Decree".

She read it over and over again.

With each pass, the triumphant smile on her face grew wider.

Five years.

Five years of a suffocating marriage, five years of swallowing her pride, five years of thankless devotion.

All completely eradicated by these few sheets of paper.

She would never have to wake up crying from the nightmares of his betrayal again.

Carefully tucking the decree into her bag, she snapped a photo.

Madeline texted the image to Tessa.

[Tessa, can you check if this is legally binding?]

It wasn't that she thought Quentin would deceive her.

It was just that Quentin had operated out of the country for years.

He probably hadn't even looked at the files until he unsealed them today.

Madeline just wanted to ensure no middleman had messed up the paperwork.

Tessa replied instantly: [Oh my god, you finally got the decree?! Congratulations!!]

She was no longer Lucius's wife, no longer an accessory meant to be trampled on.

She was Quentin's legitimate, undeniable wife.

She zipped her bag closed.

She took a deep breath, feeling as if a physical weight had been lifted from her lungs.

Quentin's low rumble of a voice cut through the silence, laced with subtle displeasure. "What are you thanking me for?"

Madeline paused, then let out a soft laugh.

She knew he hated when she acted polite, but she was genuinely grateful.

If Quentin hadn't pulled massive strings to expedite every piece of bureaucratic red tape.

Taking advantage of Lucius's frequent absences abroad.

She never would have gotten the final judgment this quickly.

Lucius was so arrogant he couldn't even be bothered to check his own marital status.

He probably never believed she had the guts to see the legal process all the way to the end.

"My ship is setting sail soon," he paused, his voice dropping an octave deeper. "I'll come find you when I get back."

Madeline nodded.

She knew he was heading overseas.

Quentin had mentioned it over a text.

The conglomerate was shifting its core operations back to the states.

But there were still countless international assets that required his personal oversight before the transition was complete.