She Was Never Just a Pretty Face novel Chapter 145

Luther didn't believe it.

He couldn't believe Hilda would walk away from the marriage with absolutely nothing.

After all, she had a child to raise, and her career was just starting; she needed massive amounts of capital. He was just about to retort when Harrell cut in with absolute certainty, "With me here, the three of them will never starve."

The three of them?

Luther thought he had heard wrong.

He and Hilda only had Annie.

The man stared at the couple standing shoulder to shoulder, his eyes growing colder by the second. He recalled countless past incidents—when he and Jolie were still maintaining their boundaries, he had no idea how many times Hilda had already accepted Harrell's care. Yet she never mentioned it, choosing instead to bask in Harrell's attention.

Turns out, he was the real fool here.

Fine. Let it be.

Let it all end and return to its rightful track.

There was zero emotion on Luther's aristocratic face.

He stared at Hilda and spoke softly, "Then congratulations on finding your rebound. But don't celebrate too early. The Judson family isn't just anybody. If you want to marry into their family, you'll probably have to step over my aunt's dead body to do it."

Hilda had no intentions of social climbing.

But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of denying it.

"That is none of your business."

Luther glared at her, his eyes rimmed with bloodshot red.

After a long moment, he squeezed the words out through gritted teeth—

"Is that so?"

"Then let's just do it today."

"Let's get this handled right now."

Under the setting sun, one side of Hilda's face looked soft, but her voice was extraordinarily resolute.

"Fine."

When they walked out together.

There was no conversation, no eye contact. They couldn't even be bothered to act like resentful exes.

For Jolie, he had taken back everything. For Jolie, he forgot he had a biological child. For Jolie, he threw away the bigger picture. If she had known this would happen, why did she ever compromise and marry him in the first place?

Do you regret it, Hilda?

Sitting in the car, she asked herself repeatedly.

And her answer was no.

Not because she loved him.

But because she had little Annie, and the baby in her womb.

And because of this experience.

Without going through the agony and the disappointment, how would she have ever seen through this man's callousness? If she hadn't experienced this, he might have remained her untouchable first love for the rest of her life. This was good. She finally saw clearly, her heart was finally dead, and she finally had no regrets.

From now on, Luther was just Luther.

—And Hilda was just Hilda.

The door was wide open. Harrell stood there, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers, staring fiercely into the room. Luther chuckled coldly. "You really don't need to wait. You've been desperate for this."

Hilda didn't engage with him anymore.

Ever since the threatened miscarriage.

Her body had been incredibly frail.

She had no spare energy to waste on someone completely irrelevant to her.

The woman's voice was placid. "Sign the papers."

She didn't drag her feet.

There was no trace of lingering attachment.

As if she were casually signing a business contract.

Hilda signed her name first. Once she finished, she pushed the document over to Luther, waiting quietly.

Luther had no desire to drag this out either. He quickly scrawled his name—so fast it was as if he was terrified he might change his mind. Once he signed, he looked up, wanting to say something, but Hilda was already on her feet. She walked out to the hallway to wait for the staff to stamp and print the documents. After that, their marriage would officially be over.

Luther watched her uncompromising departure.

His hand slowly balled into a fist.

He couldn't understand why Hilda was so unnervingly calm.

She was Jolie's sister, for god's sake.

Jolie had her spleen and womb removed, yet Hilda remained completely indifferent, without the slightest intention of visiting her. She had even used such vicious words to condemn Jolie, despite the fact that Jolie had always looked up to her and never harbored any malicious intent.

Slowly, Luther's heart hardened into stone.