Chapter 9


    “Samuel Turner!” Henry grabbed Samuel’s cor and sent a punch across thetter’s face.


    Everyone in the private room was dumbfounded by the scene that was unfolding before their eyes. The


    two people that were involved in the fight were Henry and Samuel, both of which were people the rest


    of them could not afford to mess


    with.


    In Hotcaster, there were two families that one should not offend. They were the Gibson family and the


    Turner family.


    Ever since John passed away three years ago, Henry became the head of the Gibson family.


    However, Lewis Turner, the patriarch of the Turner family, was still alive and was extremely indulgent of


    his grandson, Samuel.


    Everyone knew of Lewis‘ power, so who would dare to mess with Samuel?


    Henry and Samuel were high school ssmates who went on to be college roommates. The


    Gibsons and the Turners were close, and at the same time, John and Lewis wererades.


    As a result, no one dared to step forward when a fight broke out between members of such mighty


    families, and they could only leave silently.


    Henry was ruthless in his attacks, and Samuel did not hold back either. Neither of their families was


    afraid of the other, so they continued to fight.


    When the two men grew tired from fighting, Henry yanked his tie and threw it on the ground. Some of


    the buttons on his shirt also fell off. “Don’t mess with my woman,” he warned.


    Meanwhile, Samuel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and cast an icy re at the other


    man. “Who was the one who said that he’d divorce Josie when he inherited Gibson Corporation?


    Henry’s expression grew increasingly darker when he heard that


    “You don’t love her, but you still keep her by your side. Are you nning to take up all of the good


    things in the world?” Samuel got to his feet and sent a kick toward the coffee table. “Do you know that


    she almost died?” he roared.


    “Did Madelyn tell you that?” Henry frowned.


    “Henry, are you even human?” Samuel lit another cigarette.


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    “Do you still want to fight?” Henry’s eyes darkened.


    They almost got into another fight, but the door to the private room was frantically pushed open.


    “Henry! You… Why are you two fighting?” Ashley ran over to them. She then stood in front of Henry to


    protect him and said


    in between sobs, “Mr. Turner, aren’t you good friends with Henry? Why are you fighting with him?”


    “Ashley Long, right? Do you think everyone will fall for that act of yours? You’re disgusting” Samuel was


    not one to argue with women, but the moment he saw Ashley, he suddenly felt agitated.


    “She’s obviously putting on an act. Henry must be blind to fall for it,” he mused.


    “Mr. Turner… Ashley burst into tears, feeling aggrieved.


    At that, Henry got to his feet and pulled at Samuel’s cor. “Apologize to Ashley!”


    “You should divorce her as soon as possible. I feel sorry for Josie because she married someone like


    you.” Samuel pushed his hand away and lit another cigarette before taking his leave.


    At that point, Henry was slightly intoxicated, and in a fit of frustration, he kicked the ss bottles on the


    ground.


    Ashley felt nervous upon witnessing that. “Henry… Did I do something wrong? Is that why Mr. Turner


    doesn’t like me?”


    “No…” Henry knitted his brows together and rubbed his temples. “Why are you


    here?”


    I’m here for mypany’s team–building session. I heard from some people that you two got into a


    fight, and I was worried about you, she replied.


    Henry took in a deep breath. He wanted to be alone for a while. “You should head back early.”


    After saying that, he left the private room.


    Josie was still waiting for him at home.


    He promised her that he would sign the divorce papers that night if she still insisted on getting a divorce


    by the time he got home.


    Ashley walked Henry out and helped him get into the car. She did not forget to pose so that the


    paparazzi could get a good


    shot of them.


    Henry got in the car and rubbed his temples.


    “Mr. Gibson, are you going home or somewhere else?” asked the driver in a low voice.


    “Wait a minute… Henry cast a nce at Morose Entertainment Club and asked the driver to drive


    around the overpass in Hofcaster.


    “Why… don’t I dare to go home? Am I afraid that Josie will still insist on getting a divorce? That’s


    impossible, he thought. Meanwhile, Josie was still waiting in the Lake House.


    She donned the white dress Henry had gifted her after they got married.


    Among all of the gifts Henry gave her, she only kept that dress.


    That was because she felt that was the only gift he put a lot of thought into.


    Josie sat quietly on the couch. On the table were two copies of the divorce settlement agreement, an


    ink pad, and a pen. She had everything prepared.


    Josie balled her hands into fists so tightly that her fingertips turned blue. She was afraid she would


    regret her decision, but she couldn’t help mocking herself for feeling that way. “Stop dreaming. Henry


    will never love you.”


    If Josie were to say that it was his appearance that made her fall in love with him at first sight, then she


    spent the next decade or so with him out of loyalty.


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    Back then, Henry was a man who was worthy of her love.


    However, the premise of love was not to ask for anything in return.


    After all, love was unequal. He did not have to love her back just because she loved him.


    At the end of their marriage, Josie had done nothing wrong, and neither did Henry.


    The only mistake was that he had never loved her.