The Ex-Wife's Redemption: A Love Reborn Chapter 251

What a shameless man, full of empty words!

I silently glared at Henry as he interacted with Billy. Just lying to children here, what kind of person does that!

By the time the parent-child activities ended, it was already past noon.

Henry took Billy's hand and led him toward his one-of-a-kind Aston Martin that was unique in the entire city. He didn't even glance in my direction, acting as if my presence was completely irrelevant.

At the car, he lifted Billy onto his lap, pulled out his phone, and casually browsed through the Four Seasons Hotel buffet menu. He showed absolutely no concern about whether I'd join them.

Of course, with him holding my child, where could I possibly go?

The driver opened my door, keeping his hand positioned between me and the door frame to ensure I was seated comfortably before returning to the driver's seat. I reluctantly slid in, trying to maintain as much distance from Henry as possible.

What I didn't know was that while we were heading to lunch, videos of Henry and Billy at the parent-child activities were already spreading wildly online.

Within just one hour, they had circulated throughout the internet, with rumors of our imminent reconciliation flying everywhere. People flooded my social media accounts with comments:

"Sophia, the god-like man is reaching out to you, humbling himself! Don't be ungrateful, hurry up and remarry him."

"You don't even know who your kid's real father is, and Henry doesn't mind—that's true magnanimity. You'll regret it if you don't remarry him."

Beyond just commenting, they'd even created a poll: "Do you support Sophia and Henry getting back together?"

The "yes" votes outnumbered the "no" votes by more than ten times!

Completely unaware of this online frenzy, we arrived at the Four Seasons with an excited Billy.

The buffet setup meant I didn't need to cook anything myself—just fill plates with whatever food I liked. This freed up my hands to focus entirely on Billy, cutting his food into manageable pieces and helping him eat.

I deliberately avoided making eye contact with Henry, not looking at him even once. While other tables were filled with laughter and conversation, our table remained strangely silent, with zero communication between the two adults.

Just as I was helping Billy with a particularly difficult piece of steak, a familiar face appeared at the edge of my vision.

Thomas Sanders was approaching our table, looking confident and elegant.

After his family's financial collapse, Thomas had abandoned medicine for business. With his family's commercial background and his reputation for honesty and integrity, he'd recently developed an extremely successful game that had captured the market. Though not as wealthy as the Harding family, Thomas had established himself as one of the city's new elite—a respectable mid-tier tycoon who now wielded significant influence within his family.

Despite his business success, Thomas had never forgotten Sophia. He had rejected almost every matchmaking attempt arranged by his mother.

Today, his mother had set him up with another prospect—a woman who supposedly resembled Sophia. He had only agreed to meet her at the Four Seasons, but she canceled at the last minute.

Now, spotting Sophia in the restaurant, his face immediately lit up with surprise and delight.

I offered him a polite smile: "Thomas, it's been a long time. How are you?"

Thomas had left Manhattan General Hospital on William's orders.

I wasn't entirely clear on what happened to him afterward, only that Henry had been ruthlessly crushing the Sanders family business, intent on bankrupting them. To prevent Thomas from losing everything, I had pleaded with William. The old man, not wanting me to feel guilty about Thomas's fate, had stepped in to help him.

Seeing Thomas now successful and confident, I felt a weight lift from my heart.

He raised his glass toward me with a warm smile: "Thanks to you, I'm doing very well now. I really should thank you properly. Without your help, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Thomas had been thinking about Sophia constantly!

When her divorce announcement was made public, Thomas had been so excited he couldn't sleep all night, even sitting in his car outside Betty's apartment building, watching Sophia's windows until dawn. But he didn't mention any of this, probably afraid that expressing his feelings might push Sophia away again.

"Thomas, you're giving me too much credit," I replied. "You helped me many times back then too. I only did what I should have."

After clinking glasses, Thomas took a sip of wine, his gaze sliding past me to land on Henry, though his words were still directed at me: "Sophia, I heard your divorce was finalized. Congratulations on your single status." He paused, then added more softly, "Do you think... I might have a chance now? I know I disappointed you before, and I'm truly sorry. If you'd give me another opportunity, I promise I would do my best and never disappoint you again."

Thomas had noticed Henry's presence long before approaching Sophia's table. His obvious provocation was clearly intended to irritate Henry.

In the past, when Thomas had merely kissed Sophia once, Henry had not only physically attacked him but nearly destroyed his entire family.

That kind of grudge doesn't simply disappear.

Previously, faced with such obvious provocation, Henry would have immediately lost his temper. He might have even physically confronted Thomas.

But today... he acted as if he hadn't heard a word, quietly eating his food with elegant, refined movements.

He casually rolled up one sleeve, exposing his lean wrist—this casual elegance exuded an irresistible charm.

I found myself staring at that wrist, momentarily mesmerized.

Indeed, beautiful people remain beautiful in any circumstance.

Noticing my gaze, Henry deliberately adjusted his sleeve, revealing even more of his wrist.

Only then did he look up at Thomas standing beside me.

"What right does a failure have to make his presence known here?" His voice was cold and precise. "Are you trying to broadcast your inadequacy to the world? A man who couldn't even protect the woman he claimed to care about—what kind of man is that?"

Henry had clearly researched my history with Thomas.

From his perspective, Thomas barely qualified as part of my past—at most, it was merely a one-sided infatuation that never developed into any relationship.

His words struck directly at Thomas's vulnerability, instantly wiping the smile from his face.

Henry didn't want Billy to witness this tension between adults, so he turned to our son with a gentle smile: "Billy, would you mind getting some ice cream for Dad?"

Once certain Billy was out of earshot, Thomas glared at Henry with undisguised hostility: "Henry, you're divorced now, you're just an ex-husband!"

The tension between the two men was almost palpable.

Thomas had harbored feelings for me for years, and now, finally seeing an opportunity, he discovered Henry and me still together. His jealousy was obvious as he confronted the confident man sitting across from me.

Henry's expression remained completely unchanged. He simply raised an eyebrow and gave Thomas a cold smile: "Yes, I'm her ex-husband. But you don't even qualify as an ex-anything. You've never held any place in Sophia's heart. Isn't that pathetic?"

He turned his full attention to Thomas, his voice dangerously calm: "Mr. Sanders, I heard that on the night Sophia married me, you stood in the rain outside the Harding estate all night. Is that true?"

After a moment's hesitation, Thomas nodded: "Yes! The night Sophia married you, I stood in the rain outside the Harding estate all night. By the morning, I had a high fever. That's all in the past—why bring it up now?"

"I see our Mr. Sanders is quite the strategist," Henry remarked, his smile not reaching his eyes, "quite skilled at playing the pitiful victim to seduce another man's newlywed wife!"

Though Henry maintained a superficial smile, his eyes conveyed nothing but contempt, which deeply unsettled Thomas.

"Henry, stop with these personal attacks!" Thomas snapped. "Sophia is divorced from you now. Any man has the right to pursue her—except you! If I were you, I'd stay far away rather than continuing to entangle with her. You're just making it obvious that you can't let go of Sophia."

I could see how much Thomas resented Henry's natural air of superiority.

Henry carried himself like born royalty, with a commanding presence that made people feel intimidated, unable to look him directly in the eyes.

Henry had clearly long suspected Thomas's feelings for me and detested what he saw as Thomas's pretentiousness, believing he lacked a man's proper responsibilities.

After hearing Thomas's outburst, he simply smirked and admitted without hesitation: "I indeed can't let go of Sophia. Is that a problem?" His tone was surprisingly calm.

"Which law states that an ex-husband can't still have feelings for his ex-wife?"