Please Let Me Go, My Contracted Ex-Husband.-Chapter 243- did you get divorced?

With Carl taking care of her, Bonnie’s complexion had improved a little. However, she had already made it clear to Carl that once she adapted to the symptoms of pregnancy, he should leave as soon as possible.

The TV station was as busy as ever. She was currently preparing a news special on social security benefits for low-income groups, keeping her occupied day and night.

Meanwhile, her best friend—who was also her die-hard confidante—never missed a chance to bombard her with chatter during lunch, always talking about that man. Bonnie found it amusing.

Albert practically worshipped her, treating her like a fragile treasure—afraid she would melt in his mouth or shatter in his hands. She couldn’t help but wonder: do all women who are spoiled by men become this simple-minded and naïve?

That morning, just as she entered her office, Anna swayed in with exaggerated grace. Bonnie politely invited her to sit, and Anna took a seat, grinning with a mischievous sense of glee.

"Bonnie, why hasn’t James been around lately?"

Bonnie responded with a calm and graceful smile.

"Aren’t you and James childhood sweethearts? If even you don’t know, how could I?"

She was well aware that Anna had grown up with Lancaster, loving him since their youthful school days. In hometown, the Danny family was just as prestigious as the Boston family, and their parents had always assumed the two would end up together. But unexpectedly, she had appeared and disrupted everything.

So Bonnie completely understood Anna’s hatred toward her. That was also why she never bothered to fight with Anna. If she put herself in Anna’s shoes, she could imagine how devastating it must be—loving Lancaster for so many years, believing that after all the waiting, happiness was finally within reach, only to have him snatched away at the last moment. And worse, taken by someone who had neither wealth nor beauty. If the same thing had happened to her, she might have been driven to murder.

Anna leaned forward in disbelief, widening her eyes and staring intently at Bonnie.

"Oh wow, Bonnie, why do you sound so bitter? What happened? Did you two fight? Or... did you get divorced?"

In Anna’s memory, Bonnie had always spoken in a calm, detached manner, never mixing personal emotions into her words. She was known for keeping work and personal matters strictly separate. But today, her words sounded... off.

Bonnie sat down at her desk, smiling lightly.

"Just as you wished, Miss Anna—we’re divorced."

Anna was clearly caught off guard. She froze on the spot. It took her a long moment to process before she snapped back to reality. She continued staring at Bonnie, searching her expression for a joke. But Bonnie’s face showed no sign of jest, making Anna even more suspicious.

"He was willing to let you go?"

Ever since she found out about their marriage, Anna had been cursing them daily, hoping for their divorce. She had even said it outright to Bonnie’s face multiple times. But in truth, it was just her way of venting—because if there was one thing she knew for sure, it was James.

If he didn’t want something, no matter how desperately you tried to force it on him, he would never accept it. She had thrown herself at him countless times over the years, but he had never spared her a second glance. But if he did want something, he would stop at nothing to get it.

And this woman—Bonnie—was the one he wanted.

Rumor had it that he had even traded saving her brother’s life for their marriage. Anna had been insanely jealous, but at the same time, deeply disheartened. And what infuriated her even more was how this woman seemed so indifferent toward such an exceptional man, making Anna hate her to the core.

"Willing?"

Bonnie let out a cold laugh, furrowing her brows as she looked at Anna. She nearly let slip James’s true intentions but quickly caught herself.

Anna straightened up and cleared her throat, adjusting her tone.

"What I mean is... after four years together, how could he just let you go..."

Bonnie didn’t want to discuss this any further, so she leaned back impatiently and asked,

"Did you come here for something?"

Anna tilted her head, admiring her perfectly manicured nails.

"Of course, I did! I need to take a leave of absence and go back to Hong Kong. I haven’t seen Yi for days—I miss him so much! I have to go check on him!"

In reality, the reason she was returning to Hong Kong was because her parents had arranged a blind date for her. But she deliberately phrased it this way, just to provoke Bonnie. What she hadn’t expected was to stumble upon such a shocking revelation. Now, she had even more reason to rush back to Hong Kong.

However, Bonnie assumed that James had already informed his family about the divorce. Given the close ties between the Danny family and the Boston family, it was impossible for Anna not to know. So, she thought Anna was simply putting on an act again, which only deepened her dislike for her.

Irritated, she frowned.

"Sorry, Anna, but if you need to take leave, you should speak to HR."

"Doesn’t HR still need your signature, Boss?"

Anna’s voice was sharp and full of resentment. That position should have been hers a long time ago. If it weren’t for this woman, she wouldn’t have to lower herself like this—having to seek approval just to take leave.

Bonnie didn’t even look up from the documents in her hands as she replied indifferently,

"Sorry, Anna, but isn’t Cynthia the Deputy Director now?"

Everyone at the TV station knew that James’s sister, Cynthia, had been promoted to Deputy Director. The fact that Anna still came to her instead of going directly to Cynthia made it obvious—she was just trying to irritate her.

"Hmph!"

Anna scoffed, clearly annoyed. She got up furiously and stormed toward the door. But just as she reached it, she suddenly turned back with a sly smile and said meaningfully,

"Bonnie, since you two are divorced now... don’t blame me for not holding back!"

After saying that, Anna swayed her hips seductively and left.

Feeling irritated, Bonnie threw down the documents in her hands, got up, and poured herself a glass of water. She gulped it down in one go, then pulled out her phone. After hesitating for a long moment, she finally dialed that number.

In a few days, the TV station would celebrate its fourth anniversary. Every year on this day, there was an annual gala and banquet, and as the event planner this time, she had no choice but to confirm whether or not he would be attending.

But... even though she had already deleted his number, why did she still remember it so clearly? Before she even realized it, her fingers had already dialed it. Staring at the digits flashing on the screen, her mind suddenly flooded with memories of the past. Startled, she quickly pressed the hang-up button.

Back when he first moved in with her, she had resisted him so much that she spent her nights partying at bars, drinking herself into oblivion just to avoid him.

At first, her male colleagues, seeing her completely wasted, would kindly offer to take her home. But she didn’t dare let anyone know she was living with him, so she had them drop her off at the small apartment her mother had left her instead.

Then, in an utterly disheveled state, she would squat outside the building, slurring her words as she called the butler, asking him to send a driver to pick her up.

At that time, she didn’t have his number—stubbornly refused to save it. She never called him. It was always him looking for her.

"Where are you?"

Through the haze of her drunkenness, she heard an enraged voice on the other end of the call, practically gritting his teeth.

She thought to herself—damn that butler, how dare he lose his temper with her? He better watch out, or she’d fire him first thing in the morning.

Fueled by anger, she snapped back with a curse.

"I’m at my old apartment building! Damn it—"