When Love Ended So Did We novel Chapter 51

Chapter 2

Ididn’t wait for Vincent to come back.

My father fell critically ill again and was admitted to the intensive care unit. His condition was very critical and required immediate surgery.

I stood in the hospital corridor and kept calling Vincent, but no one answered even after several

attempts.

Just as I was about to give up, Vincent answered the call.

I was deeply afraid that in the next second he would lose patience and speak at a rapid pace.

“Vincent, my father–”

But my words were still interrupted by Vincent, his tone carrying a hint of impatience, “Do we need. money?”

“I have said it many times before, if you need money urgently, look for Secretary Qin. Chelsea, are you listening?”

I looked up at the electronic screen, with a blank expression on my face, and it was playing today’s

news.

In order to make her smile, the president of Atkinson Pharmaceutical rented the entire Amusement Park for a night of fireworks.

Under the sparkling fireworks in the sky, a young girl sat in a wheelchair, smiling innocently and adorably.

And my husband Vincent stood behind the wheelchair, holding a phone in his hand, talking to me.

I blinked lightly, for a long time, my voice carried a hint of brokenness. “Vincent, where are you?”

The person across from me paused for a moment, seeming displeased with my inquiry, but stil managed to give a perfunctory response.

“I’m still busy. If there’s nothing urgent, I’ll hang up. You can contact Secretary Qin.”

He didn’t notice the tone of my voice, which was about to cry, but he lowered his head and looked at others with a very gentle and tender gaze.

I saw a blur in front of my eyes, and it turned out that Vincent also had such a gentle look.

The voice of the stepmother came from behind, saying, “If we can’t get in touch with Vincent, there’s nothing we can do about this matter without his help.”

But she stopped mid–sentence as she also caught sight of a scene of the electronic screen.

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Alter a while, the stepmother finally found her voice.

He went to Marshton again.”

“Chelsea, Ican’t believe that when Vincent was unconscious, this woman named Shelby Mayer played the piano and woke him up.

“Even if it were true, is there anyone who would repay you like this? He doesn’t even remember your birthday.”

The stepmother became angrier as she continued speaking, and when she thought about the situation of the Blanchard family, she couldn’t help but shed tears.

“But Chelsea, you have to be clear, don’t argue with Vincent at this time.”

clenched my fist, my nails digging into my flesh, but I couldn’t feel any pain.

I don’t know how to argue with Vincent, not because I, Mrs. Atkinson, understand the overall

situation.

But it was not because I was not qualified to be loved by a wife, the status was just a mere illusion.

I gazed at the fireworks in the sky and whispered softly.

“Did it cost a lot of money to buy so many fireworks?”

My stepmother didn’t understand what I meant. I lowered my gaze and started dialing Secretary Qin’s phone number.

Disturbing one’s peaceful dreams in the late night is always unpleasant.

Qin, the secretary, had been by Vincent’s side for a long time, and his position was aloof.

Moreover, he knew that Vincent didn’t care about this wife.

So, after hearing about my purpose, the tone became cold and aggressive.

“Mrs. Atkinson, you had to apply and get Mr. Atkinson’s signature in order to receive the check

“Just like the jewelry you have on, it also needs to be registered before it can be used.” “Madam, do

you understand what I mean?”

I hung up the phone, I lowered my head, and I was very quiet.

After a while, I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. I gently raised my hand, and on my slender ring finger, there was a wedding ring

This is the only thing on me that didn’t require me to apply to Vincent or register with his secretary.

I was so pitiful as Mrs. Atkinson.

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blinked in a daze and suddenly said, “Help me find someone and sell the wedding ring.”

The stepmother froze. “Chelsea, have you gone mad?”

I turned around slowly, the deserted hall in the late night, and my footsteps were all lonely.

I took a few steps and then stopped in my tracks, and then I said firmly.

“Auntie, I was very clear–headed, never have I been so clear–headed before, I want to divorce.

Vincent.”

Three days later, Vincent returned home.

Vincent pushed open the bedroom door and saw me sitting in front of the dressing table, organizing

items.