My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 80

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Charles stiffened.

Madeline’s eyes lit up.

A victorious smile flickered across her lips before she quickly hid it, but I saw it clearly.

“Eleanor, that’s a bit much,” she said. “After all, you…”

“Enough. Madeline, go out first.” Charles cut her off calmly.

The rest of her words died in her throat. She put on a show of concern, urging him not to get angry and to

talk things out, then left contentedly.

Once she was gone, Charles stared at me coldly.

“Eleanor, are you pushing your luck? I already agreed to marry you. What else are you making a fuss about?”

“Take back what you said about breaking up. And I won’t sign this resignation. Tear it up now, and I’ll pretend none of this happened.”

His confidence was almost laughable. And somehow, deeply tragic.

I knew my past tolerance had enabled him. This kind of scene had played out countless times before.

He would always offer me a way down, and I would obediently accept it, maintaining the illusion of harmony.

I thought compromise would preserve our relationship. I forgot that endless restraint only taught him to push further.

He noticed every shift in Madeline’s mood yet ignored everything about me. Even now, he didn’t realize he had already signed my resignation.

I smiled faintly and held the document closer to him. “But you already signed it.”

“All the procedures are done. The handover is complete. I can leave today.”

At first, he didn’t care. Then he saw his signature.

His face changed. “Eleanor, you forged my signature?”

I laughed. “You signed it yourself,”

“That’s impossible. I don’t remember signing this!”

“Do you realize forging a signature is illegal? If I want to pursue this, I can call the police.”

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He took out his phone, pretending to dial.

It was his favorite threat. Whenever things escalated at work, because of Madeline or anything else, he would use the police to intimidate me.

He thought I was afraid.

What he didn’t know was that when the company was small and unstable, I worried that involving the police would damage its credibility.

I also loved him and didn’t want things to turn irreparable. So I always stepped back.

But now, I was leaving.

We were already over. What was there to fear?

“Sure,” I said calmly. “Call them.”

Seeing my composure, and no sign of begging, his hand froze.

“You’re really not afraid?”

“What’s there to be afraid of?”

His lips moved as he stared at the signature again.

I kindly reminded him. “You approved this while you were on a business trip.”

His shoulders jolted. Recognition finally dawned, and his face drained of color.

After a long pause, he forced out, “So you’re quitting over this?”

“Then let me tell you, back then I was busy. I didn’t notice what I signed. That doesn’t count.”

I laughed. “Why doesn’t it count? I followed the formal process. Every step was legitimate. Why shouldn’t it

count?”

“Because I say so,” he tried to brush it off like before.

This time, I didn’t feel speechless with anger. I simply took out my phone.

“Then you can explain that to the police.”

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