After Rebirth, I Replaced My Ex-Husband's True Love-Chapter 82: Misjudging Henry Preston

I was flattered, "I can get up and pour water myself."

His previously calm tone instantly turned domineering, "If you’re injured, just lie down properly. What’s the point of being stubborn?"

Isn’t it just pouring a glass of water? Is this being stubborn? I silently drank the water he handed me, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Henry Preston isn’t really cold and unfeeling; he’s just that his tenderness and attentiveness are reserved only for the woman he loves.

Azure Vaughn is truly lucky to enjoy such domineering gentleness every day and become the chosen one.

"How is Connor Hawthorne’s case being handled?" I asked after drinking the water.

"He’s detained at the police station; after the process is complete, he’ll be sentenced to life imprisonment, no less," Henry replied blandly, and then his tone shifted suddenly, "And Jasper Yates, he confessed to how he planned your kidnapping."

"Oh," I nodded, "That’s good."

Henry let out a cold laugh, "What’s good about it?"

I was taken aback. Isn’t it good that the bad guys are brought to justice? Henry is truly an enigmatic man.

He continued, "Is it good that you left your number with a stranger you met at a bar, or that you went to the movies and had BBQ with him?"

"..." I was speechless; if I hadn’t harbored a mindset of revenge and deliberately sought balance with others, Jasper Yates wouldn’t have succeeded.

Henry asked again, "Why aren’t you speaking?"

After a moment of silence, I retorted, "Henry, are you jealous?"

I sensed intense jealousy, but I couldn’t understand why he would be jealous. He had no affection for me, and we had agreed to live separate lives, as long as the people I got close to weren’t his friends.

My retort seemed to make Henry very uncomfortable. He suddenly stood up and said coldly, "You’re overthinking it. I just find it embarrassing, so I’ll suppress this story from the media; otherwise, everyone will know you were kidnapped while out with a man."

This is Henry’s true thought. Given his status, how could his wife go out with another man to watch a movie and have BBQ and end up getting kidnapped? Where would his dignity be if such a story got out?

"I understand," I had long been accustomed to his harsh words, and after this incident, I decided to repay Henry for saving my life. "Bring the divorce papers soon. I don’t want a penny, consider it as a reward for saving me. I value my life."

Having been close to death, one cherishes life the most.

"By the way, those photos are negatives, right? Bring them to me on your way," I added.

For some reason, Henry was suddenly furious. He took those photos out of his coat pocket and threw them on my bed with a "snap," scattering them everywhere.

With a sullen face, he turned around and left without a word, leaving me utterly baffled.

What does this mean? He gave me the photos, but where are the divorce papers? I hurriedly gathered all the photos, making sure there was neither one more nor one less.

The divorce papers probably need editing, so he hasn’t given them to me yet. Didn’t I just say I didn’t want a penny? Henry needs to go back and make changes.

After putting away the photos, I felt a weight lifted off my chest. My father’s issue was resolved, and I could divorce Henry, no longer being a resentful Mrs. Preston, but a carefree Miss Hathaway.

When my father learned that the matter was resolved, he asked to meet me.

I quickly refused, not wanting him to know about my kidnapping and injury, so I made an excuse to just talk on the phone. My father cheerfully said, "Zoe, your old man finally cleared his name. Otherwise, it really would have been impossible to wash away in The Saffron River!"

"Dad, in the future, choose male assistants or secretaries; don’t get schemed against right before retirement. Ten years of a clean reputation ruined in a moment — not worth it." I advised earnestly as I ate the pomelo Crystal had peeled for me.

"I will learn from this experience, but Zoe, someday, you should invite Henry over for dinner at our place. I want to thank him." My dad added.

"Thank him?" I was stunned. Shouldn’t he be thanking me? I sacrificed my marriage to get those photos, although my father wasn’t aware of it.

My dad let out a sigh, "Oh, I used to have a deep prejudice against him, always thinking he didn’t care about you and didn’t regard your mother and me either. This matter showed me he’s not that bad."

I listened in confusion, "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Then my father explained patiently. Susan Adler is from City C, and my in-laws have strong connections there, so he shamelessly asked my father-in-law for help. My father-in-law directly handed the matter over to Henry, who went to City C a couple of days ago to resolve it.

And I had no idea about any of this from start to finish. I even misunderstood that Henry was using it against me to force me to leave with nothing.

The pomelo in my hand fell to the ground, and I felt like I was on a roller coaster, my mind blank. Crystal quietly asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Anyway, during this time, remember to bring Henry back for a meal. I want to thank him personally." After saying this, my dad hung up.

I took a while to react.

Crystal thought I had some post-traumatic stress and was scared, wanting to ring the bell for the doctor and nurse. I quickly stopped her, "Crystal, I seem to have misunderstood Henry. What should I do?"

After I explained everything, Crystal also fell silent, likely feeling just as caught off guard as I was.

"The photos?" Crystal finally said after a long while.

I pulled the photos out from under the pillow, "Here..."

We stared at each other for a long time in silence.

If Ivan Underwood hadn’t come for rounds, we might have continued being shocked. Seeing him come in, I swiftly tucked the photos away.

"How are you feeling today? Is your dizziness better?" Ivan routinely asked a few questions.

I gave brief answers, but images from the night Henry threw the photos at me and turned away kept popping in my mind.

Crystal had never witnessed such a bizarre incident. She had seen first-hand my decade-long devotion. In her mind, Henry treated me as an enemy.

She stood up and said to me, "I’m going out to sort things out."

"Sort what out?" Ivan, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, looked at her with his handsome eyebrows exposed over his mask. His voice was naturally enticing as it passed through the mask.

"Sort out... her hair. Her hair is messy," I said, ruffling my own hair, "I should sort mine out too."

"Are you getting a divorce?" Ivan always used the fewest words to say the most shocking things.

I looked at him in a daze, "How do you know? Did Henry tell you?"

He shrugged, "Yes, he did. It was the night you got into trouble, Azure was there too."

Just moments ago, I felt I had misunderstood Henry and was very guilty, but Ivan’s few words dispelled those emotions. Henry must also want a divorce, or how else would he have told Ivan and them?

He’s someone who means what he says. If he said it, then it must mean divorce is inevitable.

I lowered my eyes, "Oh, we are getting divorced. To thank him for saving me, I’ve decided to leave with nothing."

Ivan spoke with a hint of amusement, "Congratulations."

"Congratulate me on getting divorced?" I shot him a glance, "Better wait to congratulate me on my second marriage."