Forget My Husband I'll Go Make Money Chapter 62 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter Ninety-One: Everything I Own Hawkins' POV Imagine the horror I felt when I woke up from a nap and my wife was no longer beside me. It didn't help that I had just a bad dream about losing her. In my dream, she was slowly drifting apart, letting go of my hand and vanishing with the wind. The hardest part was me slowly forgetting about her when she left, and I didn't want that to happen. The thought of forgetting about the Miracle hurt so badly that I wanted to die.

Eww. “No, I’ll leave,” I said quickly, standing up and brushing off my clothes. “Good.” I was just about to walk out of the room when my steps froze. A memory flashed through my mind—him. My husband. No—ex-husband. I remembered the way he screamed at me, how he and his mother chased me out of my own house like I was nothing. The house I grew up in. The house that belonged to my family’s empire—one of the biggest in the city. And now… I had nothing. No home. No money. No one.

“Why don't you take your money and shove it down your throat? I don't need you money as a reminder of what needs to be spoken and said, if asked. I am not going ot make my upcoming divorce any harder than it is.” "Money as a reminder? No money is the reward for you, isn't it? That is why you married me, for the money. Your act to show you are not a gold digger is disgustingly pathetic." With that, he turned around and continued walking up the stairs before I could say anything.

Apples and oranges rolled across the floor, just like Derek's cheap excuse for remorse. "Assets? Does he even have any assets left?" "He already gutted the company dry. Everything's been frozen by the court!" Nathan sighed and tried to play the sentimental card. "You two were husband and wife. You had such a beautiful history together." "He nearly died saving you from that river. Can't you just consider it settling a debt?" "Shut up!" I grabbed the glass from my bedside table and hurled it at Nathan's feet. Shards exploded across his pant legs.

But he claimed that I was merely putting on an act and insisted I be taught a lesson. In the end, Shawn still didn't make it. The moment his blood stained my vision red, my entire world collapsed. It wasn't until the third day after I had been sold to Northreach that I regained consciousness. Shawn was gone, and I had no way to return home. I was stripped naked and thrown onto a muddy wooden plank, waiting for the doctor to come harvest my kidney. Yet on the old TV beside me, the face of my late husband appeared—Julian Harlow, the CEO of a publicly listed corporation with a net worth exceeding multiple billions of dollars.

He is about to leave when she starts telling him what has happened to her for the past 48 hours. "M-My husband regained some of his memories." Tatay June was about to stand but stopped momentarily and looked at her, urging her to continue. "Two days ago, he picked me up at my apartment. Telling me that we are having dinner. I didn't know that it was at his parents' house. And you know, as if we are in a novel, everything explodes like a bomb.” A fresh batch of tears is now falling. "He is angry. I understand." A sob escaped. "I understand the anger. But what I don't understand is, why is this happening to us?" She couldn't stop crying.

The butler simply told him: I had left the medical room by myself. By the time he realized it, I was already at JFK, boarding a flight to London. My phone buzzed with a text from Mark: Leslie, Megan had a severe hemorrhage. This is all your fault. I hope you reflect on your actions in the hospital. Stop being so selfish. I didn't reply. Mark, from this moment forward, you and I are done. Forever.

I said, pulling the revised document from my bag and placing it in front of him. Nolan grabbed it and tore it to shreds before tossing the pieces into the trash. "Nolan, even if I owed you something, I've repaid it over these three years," I said, staring straight at the man who was still legally my husband. "You're capable on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn't that a good thing?" However, he had the same response as mine moments ago. "No." From that day onward, Nolan would come home to check on me whenever he had free time.

His eyes widened in confusion as he stared at the money. "Here, that’s payment for saving me earlier. I worked hard for it, so please, just leave me alone. I’m looking for my husband." I put extra emphasis on the word husband, and if I wasn’t imagining things, I could’ve sworn I saw his hands clenched into fists. With a huff, I turned around, but before I could take a step, the world tilted. My vision blurred, and suddenly, I was free-falling—again—for the third time today.

“The good memories keep me going. They’re what I hold on to.” Charles shifted, his eyes lowering. “My wife wanted tacos that night. Just tacos.” His voice trembled at the edges. “I ignored her. I was glued to work, trying to sell a property to a foreign client. She kept insisting. I got irritated… asked her to leave me alone.” He paused, swallowing a pain that clearly hadn’t aged at all. “She left the house angry. That was the last time I saw her alive.” The silence that followed wasn’t empty,