The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession (Grace and Owen) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Leave?

This was their bridal chamber; did he ask her to leave?

Grace looked at Owen in disbelief and said, “What did you say?”

Upon hearing this, Owen’s expression became even more indifferent: “My patience is limited, Grace, please stop causing trouble.”

After speaking, Owen ignored her and bent down to carry Hannah up the stairs.

An empty living room.

Grace stood numbly for a long time, with the bright light flashing over her head, reflecting in the gradually reddening corners of her eyes.

The following days.

Calm on the surface, but turbulent underneath.

In the villa, Owen’s attitude was the barometer, and the identities of the two women seemed to have switched in the eyes of the maid.

Grace suddenly became an outsider, while Hannah, like a wife to Owen, had to be consulted on every little thing in the house.

Grace saw everything and became even more silent.

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Just like in the past, Grace was about to leave for the office when she heard Hannah’s smug and sinister voice behind her.

“Grace, died and took my dream of going abroad with her.”

“I would always stay by Owen’s side, forever…”

A chill crept up the spine.

Grace turned around and met Hannah’s triumphant gaze, involuntarily

blurting out, “What do you want, after all? Owen? But you two can never be together.”

This sentence seemed to provoke Hannah, her face twisted for a moment, then she thought of something and took something out of her bag and threw it at Grace’s feet.

Grace looked down and froze in place.

That was…

The amulet she gave to Owen.

The harsh mocking words of Hannah rang in my ears: “Even if I can’t. be with him, so what? At least I have his heart, unlike you, who begs for his love pitifully every day.”

“It’s really pitiful… This amulet, as soon as I asked for it, he gave it to me without hesitation. I heard that you kneeled all day to beg for it, right?”

Staring at the torn talisman, Grace’s heart grew cold to the extreme.

Suddenly, she felt extremely bored.

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The feeling of suffocation in her chest kept getting worse as Grace silently arrived at the Morgan Group. Today was the last meeting to be held for the joint project between the two companies.

The discussion lasted for over an hour.

Grace pressed her temples wearily and the new secretary brought over a cup of coffee, placing it beside Grace.

Grace took just one look and didn’t move.

She noticed that during the meeting, Owen seemed distracted, occasionally glancing at his phone and replying to messages.

Grace was very clear that he was replying to Hannah’s message.

After he finally put down his phone, Grace spoke up: “The meeting is over. Let’s have dinner together tonight. I have something to tell you.”

It is said that the beginning of a man and a woman becoming husband and wife is the first meal they eat together.

After Hannah appeared, they never ate alone again.

She wanted to bring up the topic of divorce at the dinner table.

Owen casually replied, “Okay.”

Grace immediately got up and left.

After her figure disappeared, the assistant immediately came to tidy up the desk. Owen caught a glimpse of the coffee out of the corner of his eye and instinctively frowned, saying, “Ms. Spencer is allergic to coffee, so switch to tea in the future.”

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The sky was dark and gloomy.

It seemed like it was going to rain again. Grace went back home with a sense of dampness in the air. She still had two final things to do.

Fingers tapped on the keyboard.

On the screen, the title that caught my eye was a line of striking font: “Resignation Letter”.

She finished quickly and then scheduled it to be sent to Pamela’s email at midnight.

After finishing the task, Grace went to Owen’s bedroom and placed the prepared divorce agreement.

When I left, a few drops of rain fell from the sky.

Grace carried a bag with only her identification, credit card, and a VIP ticket for a year-long global cruise.

She took a taxi to the French restaurant where she and Owen had met .

for the first time.

The rain grew heavier.

The soft music echoed in the restaurant as Grace closed her umbrella and walked slowly towards Owen, who was sitting in his usual spot.

“Sit down.”

Grace smiled gently at him and then sat down. She proceeded to order,

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“One dish of French truffle foie gras, and one Bouillabaisse…”

In the light, the woman’s profile silhouette took on a touch of coldness.

Owen looked quietly, somewhat absent-mindedly, thinking that she had ordered flavors he liked.

After ordering the meal, the waiter left.

The air around him quieted for a moment.

The sound of raindrops hitting the glass could be heard clearly, crisp, sharp, and clean.

The man opposite lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on his phone. Not knowing what message had been sent, a fleeting smile appeared on his pale lips.

Grace didn’t disturb him until he put down his phone, then she

hoarsely spoke, “Actually, I have always wanted to know, why did you marry me in the first place?”

As soon as the words fell, the phone on the table rang. Owen raised his hand to reject the call and then glanced at Grace indifferently, saying, “It’s not important.”

As if trying to comfort her, Owen’s expression softened as he continued, “I know you haven’t been feeling well lately. Don’t worry, you will soon be back to normal.”

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