“I get what you’re trying to figure out. There’s no scar on my leg because I had surgery to get it removed back in college,” Reba said,pletely unfazed. “If you don’t believe me, you’re wee to check my medical records.”


    Jeffrey instantly shook his head, his expression souring. “That’s not funny at all.”


    Reba continued, “Andrea couldn’t even say what she wore that day, right?


    “When I told Jessica that story, I left out all those irrelevant details. But I still remember–I was in a pink princess dress, with my hair styled like a princess.


    “I got the scar on my leg when I cut myself pulling you out of the water.”


    Reba retold what happened that day, step by step.


    She was certain Jeffrey remembered. He’d always made such a big deal about being saved when he was a kid- there’s no way he’d forget a single detail from that day.


    “Don’t you always keep your promises?” Reba forced down a heavy feeling in her chest, her tone calm and unyielding. “I want a divorce. From today onward, stay out of my lifepletely. Don’t watch me, whether openly or secretly. Unless it’s about the divorce, don’t ever step into my world again.”


    Her words struck Jeffrey like a barrage of arrows, tearing straight through his heart.


    He felt utterly shattered in that moment.


    He wanted to deny it.


    He wanted to believe Reba was just making all this up as an excuse to get a divorce.


    But his rational mind told him Reba wasn’t lying, and everything she said made perfect sense.


    But…


    ‘How could it be Reba?‘ Jeffrey was utterly stunned, his thoughts in utter chaos.


    ‘How could it really be her?‘ He couldn’t wrap his head around it, not now.


    Jeffrey tried to speak, but the barrage of revtions left him choked up, unable to utter a single word.


    After a long moment, the crushing weight on his chest eased just a little.


    He stared at Reba–someone who should’ve felt so familiar, but now seemed impossibly distant and cold -and forced out, “If it was you… then why…”


    ‘If only I’d known she was the one all along…‘ Jeffrey thought bitterly, his mind reeling with regret.


    “I genuinely had no clue that little boy was you,” Reba said calmly, each word clear and deliberate. “If


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    Andrea hadn’t made such a scene, I never would’ve realized we’d crossed paths as kids.”


    Reba had always acted bravely, helping people whenever she could, ever since she was young-


    But what left the deepest impression on her about Jeffrey’s drowning was how shockingly indifferent all the adults were. It baffled her that no one seemed to care at all.


    Aside from that.


    that was it–nothing more, nothing less.


    It was like someone had pulled the plug on Jeffrey–he wentpletely limp, all his strength gone in an instant.


    He knew, deep down, that this marriage was beyond saving. There was no way he could hold onto it anymore.


    When Stanley and Gregory hurried outside, what they saw was Reba and Jeffrey standing together, the atmosphere between them so tense you could cut it with a knife.


    As Reba approached, her face calm andpletely unreadable, Stanley felt his stomach drop. He shot Gregory a look and murmured, “You don’t think Reba already broke the news to Jeffrey, do you?”


    “Looking at Mr. Hanson, I’d bet she did,” Gregory said quietly, catching the shaken look on Jeffrey’s face.


    For Mr. Hanson, keeping his promises was just how he operated.


    And for Ms. Jensen, wanting out after all the hurt he’d caused her was more than justified.


    Reba made her way over to them.


    Stanley stepped in front of her, blocking her path. “What did you say to Jeffrey?”


    “I told him everything you couldn’t bring yourself to say,” Reba replied, her voice empty of emotion. As she spoke, she handed Jeffrey’s coat to Gregory.


    Stanley looked like he wanted to say something, but stopped himself, a sinking feeling gnawing at him. “And then?”


    “I told him to keep his promise and divorce me,” Reba said, not holding anything back.


    “You know better than anyone how much he cares about you, but you leveraged his word just like Andrea did –forcing him to do something he’s dead set against,” Stanley snapped, his worry for Jeffrey making him almost me Reba. “Is that even fair to his feelings for you?”


    Gregory stepped in quickly. “You’re out of line, Mr. Garcia.”


    Stanley was about to fire back, but all the mess from the past few weeks came rushing to mind, and he choked down the rest of his words.


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    “Sorry, I just can’t help but worry that this divorce might break Jeffrey for good. I got a little carried away, he admitted, his emotions all over the ce.


    Jeffrey had finally gotten to live like an ordinary guy for a few years.


    A few years ago, Reba was the one who helped him find his way back. But now?


    If they really got divorced, Stanley didn’t even dare to think about what kind of wreck Jeffrey’d be.


    Just as Stanley was lost in thought, Jeffrey came over. He was still in the same outfit as before, but now he just lookedpletely wrecked–like all the fight had been sucked right out of him.


    Stanley was the first to notice. He opened his mouth to say something but ended up just mumbling, “Jeffrey…”


    Jeffrey walked right past him, eyes fixed on Reba’s face, which looked as distant as ever. His voice came out rough and shaky, “What you said just now…”


    “I meant every word,” Reba replied, not hesitating for even a second.


    Jeffrey’s hand clenched a little tighter. “You’re really not going to take it back?”


    “No,” Reba replied, her voice unwavering.


    “Alright,” Jeffrey said quietly. He knew there was no changing her mind. “Just tell me when, and I’ll go with you to Jsburg and get it done.”


    “Let’s just do it tomorrow,” Reba said, determined to get it over with in one go.


    “Isn’t that kinda rushed?” Stanley said, shooting a nce at Jeffrey’s chest. “He’s still got that knife wound that hasn’t healed. Making him fly all the way back to Jsburg right now… he’ll really suffer.”


    Gregory quietly sighed.


    He could already tell why Ms. Jensen didn’t want to wait.


    Afterst time, she was worried that if they dragged it out, things might get messy again.


    “I’ll get the medical team and a private jet lined up for tomorrow,” Gregory chimed in. “But flight clearance isn’t instant–the earliest they’ll clear us is this afternoon.”


    “Alright,” Reba replied.


    She dared to suggest tomorrow precisely because she knew Jeffrey always had a medical team ready to look after him.


    It might be a bit of a pain, but she had no intention of putting this off any longer.


    This time around, she refused to let anything derail this cooling–off period.


    “Are you the boss here, or is Jeffrey?” Stanley cut in, all his focus on Jeffrey’s health. “If you push him to <i>fly </i>around like this, what if his wound gets infected and things go south?”


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    Jeffrey said calmly, “Don’t worry. I know exactly what I’m doing.”


    Stanley scoffed, “Please. Anyone who stabbed himself isn’t really in a position to make the calls.”


    Jeffrey just gave him a look.


    Just one look.


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    Stanley instantly got the message. “Fine, fine, whatever. I won’t butt in. Do whatever you want. If you drop dead on that ne, don’t expect me to waste a single tear on you!”


    With that, he stomped off.


    He was practically steaming with anger.


    “I’ll go with the original divorce agreement, so you don’t have to prep anything,” Reba said, catching how pale Jeffrey’s lips were.


    “Nah, I’ll draft a new one,” Jeffrey replied, his chest wound and aching heart nearly knocking him off bnce. But he forced himself to keep it together–no way was he letting Reba see how much he was hurting. “We’ll split the assets like anybody else would.”


    He used to tell her he had nothing, all so he could avoid actually divorcing her.


    But now that she was set on leaving, it was only fair to do things by the book.


    Reba just nodded. “Okay.”


    Jeffrey just gave a quiet, “Yeah.”


    Reba didn’t stick around. She cast onest look at his chest, didn’t say a word, and turned to leave.


    Reba had just stepped into the hotel banquet hall when Gregory finally turned to Jeffrey, looking worried. “Mr. Hanson, did your wound split open again?”


    Honestly, Jeffrey couldn’t even tell if his injury had reopened or not.


    All he felt was this raw pain in his chest–so real, it almost took his breath away.


    “Call Tommy back,” Jeffrey rasped, sticking to Reba’s orders. “And take everyone off Reba–don’t have anyone tailing her, not in the open and not in the shadows.”


    “Understood,” Gregory replied.


    ‘Gregory honestly didn’t know why Mr. Hanson was making these calls, but if the boss said to do it, there had to be a good reason, Gregory thought.


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