Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 385

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Ultimately, Bethan accepted the deed.

Mason sat in his car, watching as Bethan climbed into hers and drove off.

He slapped the bank card in his hand and grumbled under his breath, “Hugh, pathetic, aren’t you?”

At seven in the evening, Mason’s car rolled into the Cavill Manor. There, shivering in a skimpy dress, was Gwen, waiting for him by the parking spot.

“What are you doing out here instead of resting up?” Mason chided as he shrugged off his coat and draped it around Gwen.

Gwen locked eyes with him, tears welling. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up. I thought you’d bailed on me,” she whimpered.

Mason’s heart clenched. He pulled her close. “Maybe I accidentally switched my phone to silent.

“Don’t you worry. From now on, I’m glued to your side. You won’t be able to shake me off.”

Gwen murmured, “Mason, your mom just dropped off your luggage. She said you should make yourself at home here at the

Talk about a mother’s tough love, pushing him out of the nest like that.

Once they stepped into the living room, Fiona was still in a sorry state.

She’d burst into tears as soon as she regained consciousness, lost in a fog and ignoring everyone.

Ryan was in no better shape. He’d dyed his hair and donned a suit, forcing himself to greet the visitors who came to pay their respects.

Before long, it was the seventh day after Hugh’s passing.

Bethan was at work when Melissa called, inviting her to go to the cemetery with Gwen to pay their respects.

Bethan declined. She had a full-day workload and was set to record a science show at the TV station that night.

Plus, she wasn’t keen on visiting Hugh’s grave again.

A little past nine that night, Bethan left the TV station and drove home solo.

As she neared the entrance of her neighborhood, Bethan

Bethan froze for a split second. In the blink of an eye, Hugh with the child was right in front of her car.

Reacting instinctively, she jerked the steering wheel to the side.

There was a deafening crash as her car plowed into another.

The car screeched to a halt, and Bethan was knocked out cold by the impact.

As her consciousness faded, a whirlwind of memories came rushing back.

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No way in hell.

Behind her, Hugh remained stock-still, watching Bethan run away. His fingers quivered, as if an invisible force was shaking

When Bethan got home, her parents were in the kitchen making lunch.

Surrounded by the familiar environment, she still couldn’t calm down.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

The wedding was scheduled for the end of the month. To keep up appearances, Hugh had splurged on a swanky penthouse in the heart of the city for Bethan’s parents and brother.

That property? Easily worth over a cool 11 million dollars.

Not only that, he’d handed her parents a bank card. Every month, the finance folks would slip in a neat 100 thousand. He’d claimed it was just his way of looking after her parents, showing them some respect.

On top of that, Hugh had wiped out the Olsen family’s massive debt.

In her past life, Hugh had logged every single cent he’d spent. And when it came down to it, he’d made her pay bạck every penny.

Bethan knew she had to square things with Hugh, pay him back pronto, and sever all connections. There was no way she was walking down the aisle with him again.

Given a second shot at life, she wasn’t going to let history repeat itself.