The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 184

He gritted his teeth. "We haven't reached the final date yet. You are still my wife, not an outsider. You went to give flowers to Dad—doesn't that mean you still acknowledge him?"

When he first saw the flowers, he had felt a secret burst of joy. He thought that even if Clara hated him, she still had feelings, still respected his father. As long as that bond existed, the thread between them wasn't completely severed.

But Clara said, "I went to apologize to Mr. Huntington."

She looked into his eyes, enunciating every word clearly. "I went to tell him that I am divorcing his son. I won't be coming again."

Rhys froze, the hand holding the bouquet trembling visible.

Seeing his reaction, Clara smiled faintly. "I know what you want to say. You're a police officer, you have responsibilities, you have no choice. You want to say Margot is unwell and you can't just ignore her."

"I know, Rhys. You have your reasons. So, I don't blame you."

Rhys's pupils constricted. She didn't blame him?

Before he could extract a shred of hope from those words, Clara dropped the final hammer, her voice light. "Because I don't care anymore. I can't even be bothered to waste energy hating you."

"Rhys, please move."

"Clara..."

His Adam's apple bobbed. He wanted to say something, anything, but the window was already rolling up.

The glass cut off his line of sight and his words, reflecting only his own wretched, rain-soaked face.

Simon, having lost all patience, saw his chance and slammed on the gas. It was too late to block them; the car sped past him, spraying mud all over his uniform.

He could only watch helplessly as the vehicle became a blurry black dot disappearing into the curtain of rain.

Rhys roared.

Veronica had never been yelled at by her son in her life. Burning with indignation, she snapped, "Who are you screaming at? You don't even recognize your own mother now?"

Rhys looked at her with mockery. "If you remembered I was your son, you wouldn't have brought Margot to my father's grave."

"You..." Veronica choked, her face turning an ugly shade. "Don't act crazy in public. We'll discuss this at home."

Rhys glanced at her one last time, picked up a single stalk from the ruined bouquet, turned, and got into his own car.

"Rhys!" Margot called out.

The only response was the slam of a car door.