Breaking Point of Divorce (Hugh and Bethan) novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 Count on Me

Taking another deep breath, Bethan changed her tune.

“Hey, Hugh. This card’s my mom’s. Every single dime you had the finance guys put in it each month is still there. I’ve rounded up the cash you spent for the Olsen family, with interest, and transferred it all back to you via this card.”

Bethan always thought calling him “Huggie” was a tad too chummy.

After all, they’d grown up together, just like she and Mason. It felt more fitting to call him “Hugh”.

Hugh caught onto the shift in how Bethan addressed him right away, but there was something else weighing on his mind.

With a dead-serious look, he drilled Bethan, “You sold that emerald jewelry set, didn’t you?”

Bethan didn’t even try to deny it.

His voice rising, Hugh exclaimed, “That was your mom’s family heirloom! How could you just go and sell it like that?”

The scary thought that had been nagging at him resurfaced.

While Hugh was fuming, Bethan stayed calm. “Jewelry, money -it’s all just stuff. That jewelry was our parents’ way of looking out for us siblings in a pinch.

“No debt, no worry. Instead of owing someone forever, I figured I’d sell the jewelry and square things up.”

Hugh cut her off, “Bethy, I’m not ‘someone’, okay?”

They locked eyes across the table.

Bethan let out a mental scoff.

If it weren’t for what she’d been through, she’d never have guessed Hugh could treat her worse than a stranger.

Pulling herself together, Bethan added, “This was a family decision. And we’ve moved out of the place you gave us, too.”

Before she could finish, Hugh shot up from his seat.

The sudden movement scraped the chair across the floor, making a horrible racket.

He grabbed the bank card on the table, walked over to Bethan, stuffed the card into her bag, and then grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the restaurant.

Hugh was trying hard to keep his cool. “Get in the car. We’ll talk there,” he said.

Bethan eyed the fancy car a short distance away and snatched her phone and bag back.

Bethan just pouted, her heart heavy.

The memory of Hugh hounding her for money in her past life still haunted her.

Without hesitation, Bethan opened her purse. She grabbed the bank card and a gift list inside, then thrust them into Hugh’s hands.

Frowning, she warned, “Hugh, I’ve told you exactly how I feel. Even if no one knows about what you’ve done for us now, it could come out later. And even if it never does, I can’t just take it easy knowing I owe you.”

“I did it because I wanted to!” Hugh exclaimed.

Bethan shook her head firmly. “Even so, I don’t want to be in your debt for no reason.”

It’d come back to bite her and her family one day.

His willingness had a price.

They stared at each other for a moment.

Hugh waved the gift list in the air. “What about all these then? What’s this list for?” he demanded, his voice a bit louder.

Bethan stood her ground. “I’ve packed up every single gift you’ve given me over the years. If I were still your childhood friend, I’d keep them without blinking. But if not, I’ll give them all back to you, and we’ll be square.”