Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 101: Timothy Xavier Finally Agrees to Divorce

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Timothy Xavier Finally Agrees to Divorce

As the workday was nearing its end, my grandfather suddenly called me.

"Zoe!" His voice was full of excitement, "Grandfather saw your publicity, truly proud from the bottom of my heart! I didn’t expect you, my girl, to be so brave, actually going to the earthquake-stricken area. I saw online that you returned to Silverstream today? Be sure to come to Grandfather’s house tonight, the food is ready, let’s have a good meal and celebrate your success."

Although Timothy and I have reached this point, Grandfather has always treated me well.

I really couldn’t bear to go against the elderly’s wishes, so I agreed.

However, just as I walked out of the company building, Timothy’s Maybach stopped at the entrance.

He got out of the car himself and walked to the passenger side to open the door for me.

Seeing him that moment, my appetite instantly disappeared.

Of course, I wouldn’t get into his car, instead I coldly asked, "Are you going to Grandfather’s house too?"

Seeing him nod in agreement, I immediately said, "Then I’m not going, I’ll call Grandfather myself."

After speaking, I bypassed him and walked forward, only to have my wrist suddenly grabbed by him.

His grip was strong and without a word he pushed me into the car, leaning in and reaching out to fasten my seatbelt.

I wasn’t willing to be handled by him, just as I was about to reach out to unbuckle it, I heard him say in a deep voice, "Grandmother worked hard to prepare a table full of dishes you love to celebrate for you despite her serious illness."

My fingertips paused on the seatbelt clip, eventually retracting.

On the way, I sat silently in the passenger seat, looking out the window.

Timothy’s tone was cold as he asked, "Why did you block my phone and WeChat?"

I replied indifferently, "Is there any need for communication between us? Seems like there’s not, right? Since there isn’t, why keep the contact information?"

No children, no work, no feelings, nothing.

Even when my life was hanging by a thread, calling him didn’t help.

Since that’s the case, what’s the point of having this contact information?

Timothy knew he was at fault and tried to give himself a way out, saying blandly, "Regardless, your career has made such great progress, I’m very pleased."

I laughed sarcastically and asked, "Shouldn’t you be relieved that I came back alive?"

Timothy was rendered speechless by my words.

One hour later, we arrived at The Kendall Family.

In the courtyard, Julian’s silver Bentley was parked there.

Timothy saw it, snorted coldly, and directly held my hand as we entered the door.

I struggled for quite a while but couldn’t shake him off.

Julian, who was on the sofa, looked up when he heard the noise, his gaze lingered on me for a few seconds before he indifferently looked away.

As if it wasn’t him who accompanied me through tough times in the earthquake-stricken area a few days ago.

Grandfather and Grandmother just happened to come out of the kitchen with trays of food.

Usually, although The Kendall Family had servants, when it was a family gathering, Grandfather and Grandmother often did things personally.

I instinctively moved to the side.

Last time Grandma Sinclair jokingly tried to match me with Julian, although it was later clarified, I still felt a bit uncomfortable facing Grandmother.

The dining table was long-shaped, Grandfather sat at the head, Grandmother next to Julian, across from Timothy.

Naturally, I didn’t want to sit with Timothy, but if I didn’t, I would have to sit with Julian and Grandmother.

However, the matchmaking attempt by Madam Sinclair, although settled, probably made everyone in The Kendall Family pretty sensitive.

At that point, if I voluntarily chose to sit with Julian, they might overthink.

Meanwhile, there was a trace of displeasure in Timothy’s eyes, but he remained outwardly calm. He stood up to pull out the chair next to him, speaking warmly as if acting in a play, "Mrs. Xavier, should I personally invite you to sit down?"

Grandfather noticed and snorted coldly, saying, "What? Is your wife now a renowned news reporter praised everywhere, and it’s such a grievance for you to personally pull out her chair?"

Timothy replied good-naturedly to Grandfather, "No grievance at all, it’s the charm between me and Zoe. A little bickering can be quite amusing."

I really wanted to expose him right there, let everyone know how he abandoned me at the disaster area that day!

But facing a table full of dishes prepared by Grandmother, and Grandfather’s anticipation, I held back, sitting next to him with a blank expression.

At that moment, Grandfather raised his glass, bright-eyed, "Come on, everyone raise your glasses! Celebrating Zoe’s safe return from the earthquake zone."

The clinking of glasses resonated with a crisp sound.

Then, Grandfather said to Timothy, "Look at her, your wife is so remarkable! This is truly someone who can stand by your side, not like that Serena Sawyer who is nothing but a show person."

Timothy put down his glass, not refuting, but looked at me, his voice neither high nor low, "Rest assured, Grandfather, I’ll make sure to live well with Zoe."

"Live well together"...

These five words, so unfamiliar yet familiar!

When he married me back then, that’s what he promised.

I gripped my chopsticks, the taste of the food in my mouth like wax, almost without any reaction, just wanting to finish this meal quickly.

But Timothy wasn’t done.

Suddenly, he reached over to hold my hand, his voice gentle yet coercive, "Zoe, promise Grandfather and Grandmother that we won’t fight anymore and live well together."

The physiological nausea shot straight to my head, not wanting to continue this act with him for even a minute!

I suddenly pulled my hand back, not even looking at Timothy, picking up the glass in front of me, and looked towards Julian.

"Uncle, I toast to you. Thank you for saving me. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be buried in that rubble, become a heap of bones."

The air suddenly solidified.

I could even feel Timothy’s icy gaze glaring at me.

But my gaze remained on Julian, full of gratitude and openness.

Julian was stunned for a moment, then composedly raised his glass, gently touching mine, his voice steady, "Glad you’re safe."

Grandmother suddenly panicked, asking, "Julian, what does Zoe mean by this? Did you go to the disaster area too?"

Julian put down his glass, explaining lightly, "Went to Silverstream a few days ago looking for someone involved, coincidentally encountered an aftershock, she was buried under rubble, just lent a helping hand."

Grandfather sighed repeatedly, "That’s a life-saving grace! Julian, you child, such a major incident, why didn’t you tell us earlier?"

Just then, Timothy spoke with a sarcastic tone, "Very interesting. What kind of person involved warrants Uncle personally going to the earthquake zone? Must be an important figure, right? Why don’t Uncle tell me, so one day I can visit too!"

Everyone could hear the barbs in his words.

Julian raised his eyes to look at him, a corner of his mouth perched slightly, but not a trace of smile, "President Xavier is also a businessman, connections, they’re never shared for free. If you want to know, what will you offer in return?"

Both spoke with smiles on their lips but not reaching their eyes.

The air around the dining table was suffocatingly heavy.

Grandma Sinclair was anxious and nudged Julian Sinclair, "Julian, stop speaking in riddles! What exactly is going on? Why is this matter so urgent?"

Julian Sinclair pressed his lips together, his face sinking into a deeper shade, and didn’t respond.

I looked at Timothy Xavier with his feigned ignorance, holding back repeatedly, but in the end, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I suddenly turned toward him, my voice as cold as ice, "Timothy Xavier, do you actually consider me your wife?"

He was momentarily stunned, and I continued, "During the aftershock, I called you, you were clearly nearby but refused to come! If it wasn’t for my uncle, I’d be long gone! Not only did you not thank him, but you also questioned him? What gives you the right?"

Timothy Xavier’s face instantly turned dark as ink, his fingertips whitening as he grasped the wine glass.

He stared at me, his tone edged with barely contained anger, "Zoe Ellison, do you have to make a scene here?"

Meanwhile, Grandpa Kendall angrily slammed his chopsticks down on the table, glaring at Timothy Xavier, "Is what Zoe said true or not?"

Timothy Xavier said, "I had an urgent matter that day, I had to leave."

Grandpa Kendall was furious, pointing at him, "What urgent matter could be more important than your wife’s life? You scoundrel, you wouldn’t save your wife, and when someone else does, you act all passive-aggressive!"

Grandma Sinclair hurried to support Grandpa Kendall, trying to soothe him, "Mr. Kendall, calm down. Timothy isn’t someone who can’t weigh the importance of matters, there must be a reason. Timothy, explain to your grandpa and Zoe! If you really have a valid reason, Zoe will understand."

Timothy Xavier pressed his lips together tightly, saying nothing, seemingly pondering something.

I spoke up, "Grandma, don’t make excuses for him. Whatever the reason, I don’t care anymore. But now that we’re talking about it, let me be direct! I can no longer stay married to Timothy Xavier, in the future, you don’t need to worry about us anymore. When we find time, we’ll go get the divorce papers; from then on, we’ll go our separate ways."

The table was so quiet, even the sound of a pin could be heard.

Grandma Sinclair began to shed tears, holding my hand, "Zoe, all couples have disagreements, Timothy was just confused for a moment..."

"Grandma," I clasped her hand back, my heart aching, and spoke word by word, "It’s not a moment of confusion. He’s been confused for four years, and I’m truly exhausted."

Grandpa Kendall said solemnly to Grandma Sinclair, "Don’t persuade further, Timothy Xavier, this scoundrel, isn’t worthy of forgiveness."

After speaking, he turned to Timothy Xavier, "If you have any sense of responsibility, don’t waste Zoe’s time anymore, let her be free! She deserves someone better."

With that, Grandpa Kendall sighed, shook his head, and helped Grandma Sinclair upstairs.

At the dining table, only Timothy Xavier, Julian Sinclair, and I remained.

Timothy Xavier sat there, his face extremely unpleasant, and silently finished the wine in his glass in one gulp.

He let out a cold laugh, looking at me, and then at Julian Sinclair, "Satisfied now? You’ve been planning all along how to turn my wife into yours, huh?"

I was taken aback and reprimanded him sharply, "Timothy Xavier, what are you talking about!"

Timothy Xavier let out another cold laugh, "You want to divorce, right? Fine, as you wish! We’ll go tomorrow. I want to see if divorcing me means he can marry you!"

With that, he left me behind, walking straight out.

Julian Sinclair had remained indifferent throughout, revealing no sign of emotion.

It was as if... he was watching a prolonged and absurd drama, entirely unrelated to him, without even raising his eyelids.

Recalling Timothy Xavier’s earlier nonsense, I felt an overwhelming sense of regret and softly apologized, "Uncle, I’m sorry."

Julian Sinclair cast me a sidelong glance, raising his brow slightly, "Why apologize to me?"

"For Timothy Xavier," I awkwardly explained, "Please don’t mind what he said earlier."

He suddenly furrowed his brows slightly, his tone holding a trace of imperceptible chill, "Aren’t you about to divorce him? Yet you apologize for his sake, from what position? As his wife?"

I froze on the spot, momentarily unable to follow his logic, opened my mouth but couldn’t speak.

Julian Sinclair looked at me with this appearance and said, "Your eyes are so red, are you very sad?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

I quickly shook my head, sniffed, and said, "I’m... crying tears of joy!"

Hearing this, Julian Sinclair suddenly let out a low laugh.

The laughter was light, but it was the first time I heard him laugh this way, not the polite laughter during social occasions, nor the ordinary indifference, it was more lively.

I was momentarily dazed, staring at him.

He withdrew his smile and asked, "Have you hired a divorce lawyer?"

I was about to nod and say "Already hired," when suddenly Grandma Sinclair’s voice came from the stairs, with a touch of seriousness, "Julian, come upstairs for a moment, I have something to say to you."

Julian Sinclair hesitated slightly, then got up and went upstairs.

Left alone at the dining table, after causing such a scene, I didn’t greet Grandpa and Grandma Sinclair and left The Kendall Family.

Tomorrow, I’ll be completely free!

That evening, I removed Timothy Xavier’s phone number from the blacklist in my communication records and sent him a message: "Tomorrow morning at nine, see you at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau, remember."

He didn’t reply to me.

However, I think that tonight, with his words being so resolute, neither of us left any room for each other.

This time, shouldn’t there be any unexpected developments, right?

...

The next day, I took half a day’s leave, and brought my ID and marriage certificate to the civil affairs bureau.

I arrived at eight fifty but sat in the car waiting until nine thirty and still didn’t see Timothy Xavier.

Even for divorce, he stood me up!

I took out my phone and dialed his number, but no one answered.

I’m not sure if he didn’t hear it or deliberately didn’t answer.

Utterly disappointed, I returned to work, where the editor-in-chief rushed over and said, "You’re finally back!"

"I took half a day off, told you in the morning."

The editor-in-chief nodded, "You did tell me, but Victoria Monroe called in sick with a fever and rest at home, and there’s an interview with The Xavier Group that I can’t find anyone else for. Everyone has their tasks, go quickly. Scheduling interviews with them is difficult."

"The Xavier Group?"

Instinctively, I wanted to refuse.

Before I could speak, the editor-in-chief handed me an interview draft, saying, "Remember the news you did earlier? Peter Sawyer and Miles Sawyer were reportedly hired by The Xavier Group with a million annual salary. This news is exclusive internally, we spent quite a bit to get it. Today, we must obtain the interview draft and publish the news!"

Judging by this stance, refusal isn’t an option.

But I do indeed need to meet Timothy Xavier.

Despite saying we’d divorce yesterday, today he stood me up, not to mention not answering calls.

Does he think that behaving like this, I won’t be able to find him, and he can keep me dragging along?

No matter what, I need to get him to the civil affairs bureau today!