The Ending She Read (And the One He Rewrote) novel Chapter 6

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Harriet looked at Jason with suspicion.

His posture was impeccably straight as he sat on the sofa, hands folded over his knees, leaning back slightly.

His sharp, deep gaze rested heavily on her face, projecting an overwhelming sense of dominance.

Bastard!!!

He couldn't even wait until they got home; he wanted to discuss the divorce right here in the hospital, did he?!

But meeting Jason's unfathomable stare, Harriet felt an inexplicable twinge of guilt. “Talk... talk about what?”

“The driver said he never received a call from you.”

Harriet's heart skipped a beat.

He was suspecting her?

Suspecting that she had genuinely intended to abandon their daughter and had only changed her plans at the last minute.

Smack!

Harriet tossed her phone straight into Jason's lap.

The call log on the screen showed a call placed to the driver a little after 4:00 PM.

It had rung eleven times.

He hadn't answered.

If Harriet had guessed correctly, that call was meant to tell the driver to head back and not wait for them.

Thankfully, he hadn't picked up.

Jason looked up. “Then why didn't you bring Archer?”

Harriet glared at him. “If Seraphina hadn't gotten lost today, I was going to take Archer tomorrow.”

Jason's eyes were full of disbelief.

Harriet didn't care whether he believed her or not. “The internet says kids in multi-child households are incredibly envious of only children. They want everything to be exclusively theirs, even their mom and dad, even if just for one day. They're already born, so I can't exactly stuff one back in, right? The best I can do is let them briefly experience the joy of being an only child.”

Jason remained half-skeptical.

Harriet seamlessly pivoted, turning the blame on him. “Besides, what right do you have to question me? I may not be the perfect mother, but at least I have the heart for it and am actively trying. What about you? Your mind is entirely on the company and your first love. What right do you have to criticize me?”

The familiar tone, the familiar routine.

She was still the same unreasonable Harriet from before.

The suspicion in Jason's eyes faded slightly, though his demeanor remained icy. “What first love? Stop talking nonsense!”

Heh.

Harriet let out a cold laugh. “You've already prepared the divorce papers, haven't you?”

Jason froze.

She wiped her reddening eyes at exactly the right moment, perfectly playing the part of a resentful wife who couldn't win her husband's favor.

Harriet looked up at Jason. “Let's part on good terms.”

His expression icy, Jason stared intently at Harriet.

The room fell into a dead silence.

Her fingertips were tense. She could feel Jason watching her, but she pretended not to notice, gazing tenderly at her sleeping daughter as if she were a recovered treasure.

You bastard, I'll guilt-trip you to death!

No matter how many mistakes she had made, he was the one who wanted out first. The public backlash alone would drown him.

Not to mention that Jane was back.

She'd been handed the perfect scapegoat, she'd be an idiot not to use her!

She just hoped he had enough of a conscience to add a few more zeros to the alimony check.

In his memory, Harriet would throw tantrums and roll on the floor like a lunatic.

But the Harriet in front of him had suddenly turned into an understanding wife and a loving mother.

A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

Jason's lips curved upward.