The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 137

Frank's lips curled into a smirk. "Go talk to the doorman—tell him to alert us when Sophia arrives, then we'll slip out the back door."

Benjamin wanted to stay and watch the drama unfold, having no intention of leaving.

Frank shot him a sideways glance, then looked at Henry, who was still slumped on the sofa spouting nonsense. "How are they supposed to be alone together if we're still here?"

Benjamin quickly caught on and reluctantly scratched his head, sighing dramatically. "Damn! What a shame! Such a missed opportunity!"

Frank's suggestion had genuinely tempted me—getting Henry to sign the divorce papers while he was too drunk to resist. Something so simple could immediately solve the problem that had been troubling me for so long. Within minutes, I'd bundled up in my white down jacket and headed out the door.

When I arrived at the entertainment club, the doorman and waitstaff were unusually accommodating. The waiter guided me to Henry's private room, which was empty except for him. Though suspicious, I approached Henry anyway.

My mission was clear: get his signature while he was drunk. I opened my purse and pulled out both the divorce papers and a pen I'd brought specifically for this purpose.

Henry was completely wasted—a boneless heap on the sofa. When he saw me approaching, his face broke into a smile. "Sophia? Is that really you? You actually came? I knew it. I knew you wouldn't abandon me so easily."

In his intoxicated state, he looked just like Billy—the same childish expression. The thought of my son softened my heart momentarily. To coax Henry into signing, I sat beside him, took his hand, and smiled sweetly.

"Yes, it's me! I've come to take you home. But before we go, we need to play a little game."

Henry happily clapped his hands. "I love when you're like this! Sophia, you love me. You said so yourself. You also said you love when I suck on your nipples—it makes you feel so good."

My cheeks burned as I quickly covered his mouth with my hand. Goddamn it! Henry wasn't human—he was an animal! How could he say such vulgar things? If I'd known he'd be this disgusting when drunk, I never would have come.

Still, the thought of getting his signature on those divorce papers kept me going. I swallowed my anger and continued with my plan. "Henry, you're drunk, so I'll let that slide. But if you want me to take you home, you need to listen to me." Seeing he was somewhat lucid, I added, "Stop talking nonsense, or I'll cover your mouth again! And I'll get angry—so angry I'll leave you here all alone. Understand?"

The dazed man nodded vaguely. Satisfied that he was being cooperative, I removed my hand from his mouth and placed the pen in his hand. "Here, finish this game first, then I'll take you home."

My heart was racing with anticipation. The image of Henry's signature on those divorce papers filled my mind, making my pulse quicken with excitement. Once he signed, I'd be free!

Though Henry was drunk, he wasn't completely gone. Seeing the woman he'd been obsessing over sitting beside him, his consciousness sharpened slightly. When I covered his mouth, the sensation of my hand against his lips felt startlingly real. He stared at me, completely transfixed, as if seeing me for the first time.

Even after I sat down next to him, he couldn't tear his gaze away. "Sophia," he murmured, his arm snaking around my waist and holding tight. "Don't leave me! I'm your husband!"

Facing this utterly intoxicated version of Henry, I didn't push his hand away from my waist. Instead, I smiled tenderly, took his left hand in mine, and spoke in the gentlest voice I could manage. "Yes, yes, whatever you say. I'll listen to you, okay?" Each time his fingers touched my skin, they trembled slightly, betraying a hint of sadness.

"Sophia, I know I was wrong. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Isabella tricked me. I never thought she would trick me."

His confessions went in one ear and out the other—I couldn't care less about his problems. I took his long, elegant right hand and placed the pen in it. "Oh? How did she trick you?"

"After we finish this game, you can tell me all about it, okay?"

"Be good now. Listen to me first. Complete this game, and I'll hear all about how you were tricked, alright?"

In truth, I was elated. Tricked? Serves him right! It was absolutely fantastic news! I had no intention of comforting him. This situation was entirely his own doing—why should I sympathize? I could barely contain my glee.

If he hadn't been right next to me, I would have burst out laughing. Once he was holding the pen, I guided his hand to the husband's signature line on the divorce agreement. My heart was racing even faster now.

Just a little more, and Henry's signature would be on those divorce papers. Once I had his signature, I'd be free. However...

Henry's hand didn't write a single letter. He turned to me with confusion, his brows furrowed so tightly they could have crushed a fly. "What game is this? I've never played it before. Sophia, don't try to trick me!"

With that, Henry dropped the pen.

That son of a bitch! Why did he drop the pen? In that moment, I wanted to kill him. Suppressing my anger, I gritted my teeth and said, "How am I tricking you? I would never do that. I care about you so much—I wouldn't dream of tricking you. Listen to me, finish this game, and I'll take you home, okay?"

Meanwhile, my fists were clenching.

I was so close to success, and suddenly he accused me of trickery. Was Henry really drunk, or just pretending?

Looking closely at his eyes, I noticed his pupils moving sluggishly—he was definitely intoxicated. Henry seemed somewhat soothed by my words. He nodded obediently and mumbled, "Fine! Let's go home now. Back to our home."

Before I could respond, he wrapped an arm around my waist and stood up, muttering, "Home."

In reality, Henry was still partially coherent and had clearly seen that Sophia was trying to trick him into signing the divorce papers. So he pretended to be completely wasted and dropped the pen. Divorce?! That was impossible! Why should he make things easy for Sophia and Thomas? He never had any intention of ending this marriage!

I knew he was drunk—there was no point arguing with a drunk person. I didn't bother fighting his embrace, focused solely on getting this bastard home so he could sign the divorce papers.

With Henry leaning on me, picking up the pen from the floor was difficult. Somehow, I felt the weight on my shoulder increasing. It was as if... Henry was deliberately placing his entire body weight on me. Was he not as drunk as he seemed?

I retrieved the fallen pen and tucked it back in my purse. Then I half-carried, half-dragged Henry out of the bar.

It was midnight. The streets were deserted except for the occasional car speeding by.

I supported Henry as we staggered forward, moving with his unsteady pace and facing the cold wind without hesitation. For me, Henry's extreme intoxication represented the perfect opportunity to get his signature on those divorce papers. If I missed this chance, I might never see him this drunk again.

The plaza was well-lit, with empty benches and not a single pedestrian in sight. Only a small outdoor fountain was still active, with crystal-clear water surging up from below, blooming into water flowers at the top.

I was tired from supporting Henry, so we stopped to rest by the fountain. That's when I noticed two Harding family bodyguards not far away—close enough to see Henry and me.

At the same moment, Henry's eyes opened, clear and alert, with no trace of the previous confusion. He thought I hadn't seen him signaling to the two bodyguards.

This man was pretending to be drunk!

In an instant, I understood why the pen had fallen when I tried to guide his hand to sign. That bastard was deceiving me!

I helped Henry sit down on an empty spot near the fountain, quietly muttering, "I'm tired, let's rest a bit before continuing."

Once he was seated, I turned my back, forcefully covering my mouth to suppress a laugh, biting my lower lip hard.

Then, suddenly, I gave Henry a push.

Standing by the fountain, I watched as Henry, caught off guard, fell backward into the fountain pool.

Splash...

The sound of someone falling into water echoed, splashing water everywhere.

Then came Henry's low cursing: "Sophia, you've really gone too far!"

"Mr. Harding likes pretending to be drunk? I'm just helping you sober up!" I retorted.

"It's getting late, I should go home and rest. Good night, Mr. Harding!"

"Oh, by the way, I'll let Miss Scott know to come rescue you—after all, you two are the true love story here."

With that, I took off running, completely ignoring the man's shouts behind me.

Only when I had run far enough that I could no longer hear Henry's voice did I stop, leaning against a tree by the roadside to catch my breath.

That scumbag! Even at a time like this, he was still trying to trick me! This was karma for his deception!