The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan) novel Chapter 4

Chapter 04

The staff member stared at him with a suspicious look, as if trying to determine whether he was planning to skip out on the bill.

"Don't look at me like that! I have money, I'm the president of a company, I have a lot of money!"

Ryan shouted, his voice filled with indignation, as though he had just been gravely insulted.

He began frantically dialing my number.

Sitting inside my car, I glanced at the screen lighting up with his repeated calls and set my phone aside.

Wasn't he the one who refused to answer my calls earlier?

Now it's my turn to ignore him.

Linda looked mortified.

She hadn't expected Ryan to come to the maternity photoshoot without any money.

She hadn't planned to spend her own either, so she hadn't brought anything.

In the end, the infuriated staff deleted all of their maternity photos in front of the pair.

Later that evening, Ryan called me again.

His voice carried no guilt.

Instead, it was masked with a carefully measured tone of weariness, mixed with a hefty dose of anger.

"I told you! There's a tricky project at work right now, and the whole company's working overtime. What's wrong with you?

Giving me a frozen card and ruining my plans! Can you afford to compensate for this mess?"

I lowered my gaze, suppressing the ache in my heart.

I had already expected this response, yet it still stung.

From the other end of the line, I heard Linda's voice in the background.

"Honey, the baby's kicking again! Come feel it!"

Ryan immediately lowered his voice, as if moving to another room.

He steadied his tone and began, "Sweetheart, I..."

I cut him off before he could continue, feigning ignorance of what I had just overheard.

"What could you possibly be so busy with?"

"Huh?" Ryan froze, stunned by the unusual sharpness in my tone.

"Your job. Most of the work you claim to be doing is actually handled by me at home. The funds you brag about? They come from the connections of my family. If you're still overwhelmed despite all of this, it only proves you're incompetent."

"And don't forget. Tomorrow, we're going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize our divorce."

Without waiting for his response, I hung up decisively.

He had always complained about me being too clingy.

Surely he'd be satisfied with this version of me now.

The next morning, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to find a deliveryman with a bouquet of roses.

"These are from a Mr. Ryan." the deliveryman began.

Before he could finish, I tossed the flowers into the trash without hesitation.

I had made up my mind to let go of everything tied to him.

No matter what it was, I didn't want it anymore.

I left for the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Heavy rain poured down, but it couldn't dampen my determination.

By the time I arrived with the signed divorce papers, I was surprised to see that it wasn't Ryan waiting at the entrance but Linda.