Mr. CEO's Regret: Win Back His Ex-wife novel Chapter 2

Catherine knew he had heard her, so she repeated it. "Let's get divorced."

Harry turned on the shower, offering only one word: "Reason?"

"I don't love you anymore. That counts as a reason, doesn't it?" Catherine stood up and picked up the bathrobe from the floor. She slipped it on.

"You were the one who schemed to marry me in the first place, and now you're the one asking for a divorce." Harry let out a mocking laugh.

"Catherine, what do you take me for? Take back those words, and I can pretend you didn't say anything."

The water stopped, and Harry reached his hand toward her. "Bathrobe."

In the past, preparing his clothes and such small tasks had always been Catherine's responsibility. She stepped back and said firmly, "I want a divorce."

"Divorce? With what money? Don't forget that your mother's medical expenses are all being paid by the Zimmerman family."

Harry dropped his hand and reached past Catherine to grab a bathrobe, draping it over himself. The belt hung loosely around his waist. His expression was lazy and mocking. "You think that little money you make at work can accomplish anything?"

Harry pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Through the smoke, she couldn't see his face clearly. "Just be a good Mrs. Zimmerman."

Their first discussion about divorce ended badly. But Harry was right. Her earnings from her job weren't enough to cover her mother's expensive medical bills.

The Quinn and Zimmerman families had been family friends for generations, but six months after she married Harry, her father died in a car accident. Her mother became comatose, and the monthly expenses were a substantial burden that her current job couldn't possibly cover.

Misfortunes came one after another. She wanted to ask Harry for help, but she was told that Harry was watching fireworks with his girlfriend.

That night, the evening sky over Neovara was brilliant and colorful, yet the majestic display felt like a knife through her heart. She sat helplessly in the hospital corridor. Her calls to him were repeatedly declined.

No one knew that Catherine had cried until her eyes were swollen that night, and no one knew how the scar on her wrist came to be.

Harry loved to hold her from behind, forcing her to cry out when passion overcame them. Once, he ran his fingers over the scar on her left wrist and asked how she got it.

She told him it was from an accidental fall. After that, he never asked about it again.

Catherine curled up in bed, listening to the sound of a car starting downstairs. She had made Harry angry. She tilted her head back and blinked several times, but tears still fell stubbornly.

Her phone rang several times. It was a call from Harry's mother, Rachel Connor.

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