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."

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