Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 131: The Price

The original situation was that both parties had dirt on each other, maintaining a balance of power. Ian Kane gave up on Vera Sheridan, and the divorce proceeded smoothly, leaving all three parties unharmed.

But after last night’s scene, Ian Kane planned to risk eighty percent of his assets, leveraging the influence of the Crowe Family to fight once more and force Vera Sheridan back to him.

He calculated that as long as he exerted enough pressure, Noah Grant would certainly consider his own and The Grant Family’s reputation and choose to back down.

Who could have expected that Noah Grant would beat him to it...

This move not only overturned all of Ian Kane’s cards but also cost him dearly.

"Is he crazy?!" Ian Kane spat out the words through clenched teeth, filled with incredulous fury.

On the other end of the line, Jasper Crowe sank heavily into the large leather sofa, casually flicked a cigarette to his lips, and scoffed:

"You still have the nerve to talk about him? You’re both crazy, two of a kind! Now you think about reconciliation? Not a chance! Prepare to watch as both of you rot in jail!"

Ian Kane’s head hit the cold white wall with a thud, his hand clutching the cold diamond ring so tightly that his knuckles turned white, triggering the fracture in his left arm. The pain was intense, yet he didn’t even notice, his face turning pale.

There was a moment of silence on the phone before Jasper Crowe’s voice came through again, "Is it worth it?"

He crossed one leg over the other, casting an indifferent glance out the floor-to-ceiling window.

In the garden, his wife, who matched his family background and social standing, was methodically watering the flowers.

Her posture was dignified, yet devoid of any liveliness, like a carefully placed porcelain figurine. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

But it was precisely such a tedious woman that ensured smooth sailing for the Crowe Family.

Jasper Crowe’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

To him, that was the most worthwhile marriage.

"Jasper Crowe, she loves me." It was worth it.

On the other end of the line, Ian Kane’s determined voice came through.

"..."

Jasper Crowe was momentarily stunned, clenching his teeth as he cursed inwardly: Go to hell!

...

Vera Sheridan opened her eyes amidst the throbbing headache from a hangover, the pale ceiling coming into view.

Fragments of memories from last night gradually pieced together into a clear picture, finally freezing on that kiss.

Her cheeks flushed with heat, spreading all the way to her ears.

She had actually kissed him willingly...

Vera Sheridan turned over, burying her flushed cheeks deep into the pillow.

But the warmth of his lips, her reckless closeness, and the unfamiliar, torrent of emotions.

It was so clear it made her panic.

It wasn’t until much later that she finally calmed down, filled with regret.

Because he understood her, every word hitting the mark, she impulsively kissed him.

Vera Sheridan, who climbed out of the mud of her original family by pursuing ballet, step by step, establishing her own identity.

Vera got up, her steps still slightly unsteady.

She opened the bedroom door and immediately saw that bouquet of white roses on the dining table.

An imported variety, with straight stems and blooming petals, carrying the cool freshness of morning dew.

The wall at The Glimmer Garden, covered with ivy, suddenly appeared in her memory.

Ian Kane once said, while caressing those flowers, that she was like the rose clinging to the wall, and he was the wall she could climb on...

She instinctively looked down at her ankle with a brace, a sarcastic smile tugging at her lips.

This was the fundamental difference between Ian Kane and Noah Grant.

One only wanted to tame and make her a clinging vine.

The other understood that she was independent and resilient, not needing to rely on anybody.

"Vera." Maeve Holloway came out of the guest room, rubbing her sleepy eyes and shuffling in slippers, her long hair tousled, "Here, your senior left you this."

She handed over an envelope, her gaze filled with warm teasing and blessings.

Vera paused, "Where is he?"

As she spoke, she took the heavy envelope, her heart trembling slightly.

Maeve Holloway yawned, "After bringing you back last night, he packed up and returned to Veridia, leaving a letter for you."

Vera nodded, turning to walk to the sunlit balcony. After sitting down on the soft sofa, she carefully opened the envelope.

Noah Grant’s handwriting came into view.

His writing, much like himself, was powerful and penetrating, yet carried a sense of calm strength.

Just seeing these words, it was as if she could feel his focus and steadiness when he wrote them, her heart wrapped in a gentle warmth.

Vera Sheridan read quietly, line by line.

Her face gradually lost all color.

Her fingers unconsciously tightened, the tips digging into the thick paper, and a hot tear "plonked" down, smudging the ink...

"Vera, after much consideration, this is the only way to completely break the stalemate. Ian Kane holds those so-called ’leverage’, like a sword suspended over our heads, and he will never be willing to let go. He will use them again and again to pressure you, to keep you from divorcing him. This must end."

"...To get close to you, to pull you away from Ian Kane, I used the convenience of my profession. They are like stains, always lingering in my mind, never fading. This is not something I’m doing for you to bear; it’s for my own peace of mind, to erase those blemishes."

"Don’t panic, and certainly don’t feel guilty. This is not a momentary impulse, nor is it to win you over. I never did any of this to move you, nor to use it as a bargaining chip to win you over."

"Vera, what I want."

"Is for you to breathe freely and truly break free from that toxic marriage that kept you trapped in the shadows. I don’t want you to be threatened or constrained by those filthy leverages anymore!"

"This freedom is what I owe you. For my past selfish desires, for the disreputable means I used. This is the price I’m willing to pay without complaint."

"Don’t worry about me, be there at the trial on time tomorrow!"

With her face full of tears, Vera looked up, grabbed the phone, and instinctively dialed Noah Grant’s number.

It was turned off.

Her heart sank, her fingertips trembling as she decisively called Old Madam Grant.

She had to know what price Noah Grant was going to pay for this action.