My Husband Said His Student Was More Important Than His Pregnant Wife Until I Asked for Divorce novel Chapter 85

Chapter 9

“What’s the condition?”

Charles looked at me like a drowning man spotting land. His eyes lit up.

I took out my phone, opened the emergency dial screen, and placed it in his hand.

“I have proof that Madeline embezzled company funds,” I said calmly.

“I also have evidence of her financial crimes inside the firm.”

“Call the police. Let her face the consequences she deserves.”

Charles froze.

“If we get back together,” I continued evenly, “the company becomes shared property.”

“Protecting legitimate interests isn’t something you should hesitate over.”

I pressed the phone more firmly into his palm.

His thumb hovered over the screen. He didn’t press it.

“Eleanor…” he said hoarsely. “Madeline is still young.”

“She may not have made contributions, but she worked hard too.”

“And what about me?” I asked, amused.

I looked at him with open mockery.

“The humiliation I endured. The losses I suffered. Do they just disappear?”

“And besides,” I added, my tone sharpening, “She’s still free. How do I know you won’t stay entangled with

her?”

“But if you send her to prison,” I said softly, leaning closer, “I’ll have no reason to worry.”

“I can be with you,

without reservations.”

My voice dropped, brushing his ear. Like a devil’s whisper.

Charles stared at me, pupils dilating. That sentence gave him courage.

He took a deep breath and pressed call.

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“Hello…”

The moment the line connected, before the operator could finish speaking, Charles abruptly hung up. He

flung the phone aside.

“No,” he said forcefully. “I can agree to anything else, but not this.”

“This would ruin her entire life. If she goes to prison, it’s over for her.”

I smiled. I’d known his answer long before he gave it.

I walked over, bent down, and picked up the phone.

“Do you see it now?” I asked quietly. “Even now, there are still two people living in your heart.”

“It’s overcrowded.”

“Charles, your love isn’t pure. And it’s not clean.”

“If you’re choosing her,” I said calmly, “then don’t come back again. It’ll be better for you, and for me.”

He tried to say something. Just then, his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, his eyes widening.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. Then he turned and left.

Watching his retreating figure, I felt something strange.

A release I’d never experienced before.

As if something lodged deep in my chest had finally been peeled away.

The next morning, I understood why.

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