The Officer's Runaway Wife & Secret Son novel Chapter 201

The car drove away, leaving Rhys Huntington standing alone.

Surrounding him were young couples who had just registered their marriages, walking past him arm in arm, filled with laughter and joy.

The memory of Clara getting sick earlier turned his stomach and left a raw, bitter heat in his chest.

He’d done enough damage that even standing near her now felt like a kind of cruelty.

"Mr. Huntington."

Rhys turned around. Daniel Reed was standing at the door.

"While this isn't the best time to discuss business, professional habits compel me to remind you of a few things."

Rhys signaled for him to continue.

"I'll handle the title transfer procedures. As for the equity transfer agreement, I'll notify you within three business days to finalize it."

"Understood," Rhys replied.

"Good." Daniel nodded, his gaze sweeping over the divorce certificate in Rhys's hand. His tone was indifferent. "Congratulations to you both on your return to single status. After all, this marriage was indeed... a bit too heavy for Miss Bridges to bear."

The words were polite, yet every syllable was a dagger to the heart.

Daniel didn't linger. He gave a slight nod, turned, and strode away.

Rhys stared down at the divorce papers, thumb worrying the edge like he could undo the day by handling it differently.

It was over. Clara truly didn't want him anymore.

His phone vibrated. Rhys answered it numbly.

"Rhys, what on earth is going on?" Mia's voice came through. "Did you go apologize to Clara? Why did your brother say you two aren't coming back today?"

Mia herself had gone to the Bridges' home only to meet a polite rejection, but she completely understood.

If anyone's daughter had suffered such grievances, the parents wouldn't exactly be rolling out the red carpet. That was normal.

She continued to persuade him, "Clara has a soft heart. Go and apologize properly. You two are family; surely you don't intend to fight for the rest of your lives?"

Family?

Rhys watched the cars stream past and had to blink hard to keep his composure.

Clara had taken the money, discarded the home, and discarded him.

There was no family left.

"Rhys, say something!" Mia sounded anxious. "Tonight's dinner is specifically for Clara. If you dare come back alone, just see if the Old Man doesn't tear strips off you!"

Rhys let out a dry, rasping laugh.

"She's not coming."

Emily caught it in her peripheral vision and sighed internally. "Clara, pull yourself together, will you?"

Her tone was dripping with disdain. "You're divorced, you got the money, and you're practically a billionaire now. If you cry over him again, I swear I'll toss you off the highway."

Clara sniffled and snapped the box shut.

"Who's crying over him?" she retorted stubbornly. "I've just never seen so much money before. Can't I cry tears of joy?"

Emily huffed. "Then smile. If you get sick of looking at that thing later, just auction it off. Wouldn't it be better to turn it into formula money for my godson?"

"Your godson?"

Emily choked slightly, looking a bit awkward. "What? I saved both your lives. If Simon Walker and Noah Carter can be godfathers, why can't I be the godmother?"

Clara was amused by her and turned to look out the window.

Spring had truly arrived in Brighton City. The flowers were in full bloom, just like the new life she was about to begin.

"Home, or do you want to go shopping?" Emily asked.

"Let's go to my place," Clara smiled. "My parents insisted I bring you back for dinner. They want to thank you in person."

Emily blinked, the tips of her ears turning slightly red. "Who cares about home-cooked food? My chef..."

"My mom makes the best pork ribs and prawns."