My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 82

Chapter 6

On screen, he looked worn. The arrogance was gone, replaced by fatigue etched into his face, his voice rough and strained.

“Eleanor,” he said softly, “can we stop this now? It’s been long enough. Let’s make up.

I almost laughed. Even now, he thought this was a tantrum.

Hearing the almost pleading tone, I felt momentarily off balance, but I couldn’t help finding it funny. He actually still thinks I’m joking with him?

“I didn’t stop you because I don’t care,” he continued. “I thought you were just traveling. I wanted you to clear your head.”

“Eleanor, we’ve been together for five years. Are you really willing to throw that away?”

He didn’t wait for my answer.

“Let’s not talk about the unpleasant stuff. Come back tomorrow. I have a surprise for you.”.

“It’s something you’ve always wanted.”

“I was going to wait until you got back, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Let me give you a little preview first.”

Then, unable to contain himself, he tilted the camera.

The room bloomed into view, covered in white tulips.

He smiled, lifting a ring box toward the screen.

“You’ve always complained I wouldn’t marry you, right? This time, when you come back, I’ll propose.”

“White tulips, your favorite, A DR ring, custom, one-of-a-kind.”

“I even invited reporters. We’ll release the proposal online.”

He kept talking.

I stared at the flowers behind him.

White tulips. He hadn’t forgotten this time.

dine symbolized purity. An unblemished love. Looking at them now, I felt nothing but irony.

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“I’m not coming back,” I said calmly.

“You’re not coming back?”

He paused. Then sighed. “I knew it. You’re still angry.”

“Fine. I’ll go to you. We’ll do the proposal abroad.”

“Eleanor, honestly, I’ve never compromised like this for any woman. You should be happy.”

“My patience with Madeline doesn’t even compare to what I’ve given you…”

He looked ready to launch into another animated speech, and I braced myself.

“I think you misunderstood.”

I picked up my documents and held them up to the camera.

“I’ve immigrated,” I said. “I’m not going back. Ever.”

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