The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 150

Despite how his gorgeous face affected me—those perfect features that still made my heart skip—I maintained my composure. Henry deliberately moved closer, his cologne enveloping me as he leaned in to whisper something undoubtedly manipulative. I wasn't falling for it. Who knew what scheme this man was plotting now?

"Sophia," he murmured, his voice softer than I'd heard in years. "Can't we just enjoy today? For Billy's sake?"

I stepped back, creating distance between us. "That's rich coming from you."

In the past, whenever I needed his companionship, his response was always the same: he'd just taken over the company, he was busy, he couldn't focus on anything else. Every time he said this, I worked harder to manage our home and Billy, ensuring he had no worries beyond his precious business. The more considerate and gentle I became, the more he took it for granted. He never once asked what I needed or spent time with me and our son.

For so long, I'd been trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and self-denial.

"You know what I remember most about the last few years, Henry?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady. "After Isabella returned, you suddenly had all the time in the world—for her. You came home later and later. Sometimes you didn't come home at all."

His jaw tightened, but I continued.

"During those nights, lying awake in our empty bed, I kept asking myself one question: Why did you have so much time for Isabella but none for Billy and me?"

I looked directly into his eyes. "And then I finally understood. The one who is favored always takes advantage. With me, you were the favored one."

Henry's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white against the seam of his tailored pants. I could tell he was furious—probably wanting to smash something, maybe even my face.

"Divorce! Always divorce!" he exploded. "Do you have nothing else to say to me except divorce?"

His outburst drew attention from nearby shoppers, but he didn't seem to care.

"Sophia, we are still married! Until we have divorce papers, you are still my wife! Remember that!" Henry was completely infuriated now. He'd clearly thought his attempts at being nice would win me over, and my rejection had pushed him over the edge.

I laughed humorlessly. "During our marriage, you were intimate with Isabella, kissing her, even taking bedroom photos. Did you remember I was your wife then?"

Henry looked genuinely pained, his voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "Those photos were doctored. You can't believe them. There's nothing between Isabella and me! We never slept together!"

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, staring at him in disbelief. "So not sleeping together means everything between you was pure and innocent?"

Henry flinched at the word "innocent," his eyes narrowing.

I seized the opportunity to explain. "Innocence means that during our marriage, you didn't have anyone else in your heart. It means you didn't play these intimate games with other women. No hand-holding, no kissing, no embracing—no intimate physical contact of any kind." I looked directly into his eyes.

"Tell me honestly, Henry. Didn't you hold Isabella? Didn't she kiss your cheek? Didn't you embrace her?"

In truth, I'd been extremely tolerant with Henry. I understood that his position meant interacting with various women in social settings, and he usually maintained appropriate boundaries.

But with Isabella, it was completely different.

Henry was speechless, unable to deny any of it. Then his expression darkened.

"What about you, Sophia?" he countered, his voice laced with venom. "When Thomas kissed you, didn't that make you 'impure' too?"

I froze. The accusation hit me like a slap. Henry had initially come to apologize and be nice, but my constant emphasis on his mistakes had finally broken his patience.

A heavy silence fell between us. Without another word, I turned and walked away.

As if on cue, William, Mark, and Billy emerged from the store, their arms laden with shopping bags. I immediately fixed a bright smile on my face, as if the heated argument with Henry had never happened. Behind me, I could hear Henry's fists clenching, the knuckles cracking with suppressed rage.

The car pulled up to the countryside villa, a beautiful property with expansive grounds and a picture-perfect view.

Billy immediately began clamoring about wanting to barbecue, with William happily agreeing to help him. I busied myself washing all the food we'd bought and preparing to start the fire.

With everyone occupied, Henry stood awkwardly to the side, clearly feeling out of place in this domestic scene.

"Hey," he finally called out to me. "What should I do?"

I continued my tasks, deliberately ignoring him. Frustrated by my silence, Henry walked over and kicked the barbecue grill lightly, trying to get my attention. I maintained my focus on the vegetables I was washing.

"Sophia!" His voice rose, teeth grinding audibly. "I'm talking to you!"

Seeing how aggravated he was becoming, I finally looked up with a dismissive glance. "Oh, so you do know my name?"

Henry looked genuinely uncomfortable, like a fish out of water in this casual family setting. With a determined expression, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled me aside.

"You're being too fussy with the washing. Let me do it."

Before I could protest, he pushed me away from the sink and plunged his hands into the water. I watched in horror as he roughly manhandled the delicate lettuce and herbs, practically destroying them in his clumsy attempt to help.

"Stop! Get away!" I shouted, pushing him aside. "You're ruining everything!"

With nothing else to do, Henry wandered over to where William was preparing to grill the meat. William immediately waved him off.

"What do you think you're doing?" the old man grumbled. "I've been lying in a hospital bed for ages. I want to grill some meat and move around!"

Henry's expression fell, clearly stung by being rejected yet again. Just then, Billy called out from where he was mixing sauces.

"Dad! Dad!" His little face was smeared with barbecue sauce, his hands too occupied to wipe it away.

Henry perked up instantly, rushing over to his son.

Finally, something he could help with! He grabbed a napkin and began dabbing at Billy's face, but in his eagerness, he accidentally swiped too close to Billy's eye. The spicy sauce transferred from the napkin into Billy's eye, causing the child to cry out in pain.

I immediately dropped what I was doing and ran to Billy, gently blowing on his eye to ease the burning sensation.

"What's wrong with you?" William snapped at Henry, his expression deeply disappointed. "Is there anything you can do right?"

Henry's face fell, the guilt evident in his eyes as he watched me comfort our son. Being rejected by everyone had clearly wounded his pride deeply.

William sighed, thinking to himself that his grandson was hopeless when it came to winning back his wife. No wonder Sophia wanted a divorce! This boy couldn't even handle the simplest domestic tasks!

After a moment of contemplation, William decided to throw Henry a lifeline.

"Sophia," he asked casually, "how do young people resolve their arguments these days?"

Before I could answer, Billy piped up enthusiastically.

"With presents!" he declared with the confidence only a child could muster.

"If one gift doesn't work, you give two. If two don't work, you give three. You keep giving until the girl isn't mad anymore!"

William shot Henry a pointed look, internally cursing his grandson's ignorance.

Even a five-year-old understood women better than Henry did!