My Blind Wife Wants Divorced

That evening, Leonel slumped his tired body into the office chair that had become his throne at Mountain. He worked hard to revive the company and bring it back to stability, just as his father had managed it. Although it wasn’t easy and often left him exhausted, he never gave up. Being busy with work was better than being idle and regretting his past mistakes, which would only bring endless remorse.

After a few minutes of resting his body following his meeting with a business client, he glanced out the window and noticed it was already dark. He looked at the beautiful watch on his wrist, a symbol of strength. “It’s already evening, it seems.”

He wiped his forehead, resting his head with a slight tilt. His eyes briefly closed, and he truly felt tired and needed rest.

Letting out a soft sigh, he recalled his repetitive routine, like a broken record: go home, take a shower, soak in warm water, and then sleep until morning. Just imagining it made him smile faintly.

The repetitive activities could keep his mind somewhat sane.

Leonel leaned back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling of his office with empty eyes. He was tired, feeling empty as if there was something he longed for, but he wasn’t sure what it was exactly.

The sound of a notification on Leonel’s phone interrupted his empty gaze. He lazily picked up his phone from the desk. It was a notification about his mother’s social media update. Instantly, he sat up, sitting upright with a sharp gaze.

Now he knew what he longed for-the presence of his former wife. The beautiful and kind-hearted woman who had become part of his past. His work and business had kept him so busy that he had no time for personal matters. He never thought of finding a replacement for Chloe, who was now in the arms of another man.

“What I did in the past was truly despicable! I don’t deserve forgiveness, but why am I still unwilling to accept all this? I have changed, Sa.” Leonel couldn’t divert his gaze from the phone. “Now I know how precious you were in my life. I want you to be mine again, and I’ll prove that I’m no longer the despicable Leonel. I will be faithful to you and redeem all my mistakes. I’ll do anything for you, Chloe.”

Regret always comes at the end, just like what Leonel was experiencing now. After separating from Chloe, he realized how valuable she was in his life. He also admitted that Chloe was different from other women, especially compared to Ester.

Oh God!

Why was he still thinking of Ester at a time like this? It felt like seeing heaven and earth, and now he could only regret wasting such a beautiful and kind-hearted woman like Chloe.

“Now… I have a throne and wealth but no woman I love. If this throne and wealth could be exchanged for a time machine where I could go back to the past, I would let go of everything. Because it feels empty, everything I have now can’t make me happy.” Leonel closed his eyes for a moment. “I want to return to that time and fix all my behaviors. I won’t hurt Chloe even a bit; I won’t let a single strand of her hair be harmed.”

Leonel fell silent for a while, his eyes fixed on the office ceiling. “God, please give me even the smallest chance to be with Chloe again. Or at least help me forget her.”

With deep regret, Leonel pleaded for something that seemed difficult to obtain-going back to Chloe? It was impossible. He truly hurt her, and there was no chance left for him.

Then, forgetting Chloe? Was that even possible? His regret for his past mistakes was deeply ingrained in his heart, and he only realized his wife’s goodness after she filed for divorce and asked for the separation.

Forgetting? Ah, it was impossible. Now he yearned for Chloe because of the love that slowly tormented him.

It wasn’t Chloe’s fault that Leonel was now tormented by his emotions. Late love made his life feel empty, even though everything was right before him. But not the love he desired.

He hurriedly left his office in Leonel’s night with a tired body and a cluttered mind. He left the company, but it wasn’t his home that he was heading to. He wanted to find a friend, someone to fill the void that haunted him.

Chris is the only person on his mind. The only person he hoped could console him, not Ester or any other woman because now, there was only Chloe in his heart.

He drove his car with a troubled mind, at a reasonably high speed, and often with a vacant stare, so Leonel narrowly avoided accidents several times. Fortunately, he arrived safely at the home of the person he trusted.

Chris had never betrayed his family, nor Leonel, and the sad stories he had shared in recent times.

Chris welcomed Leonel’s arrival as usual, offering him a canned drink he took from the fridge. “What’s wrong? Isn’t Mountain in a stable condition? Or is there any problem with work? You look like unironic clothes, Ben,” Chris joked, greeting him with a chuckle. “Your face tells a story.”

Leonel ignored Chris’s remarks.

Chris sat on a different couch from Leonel as the latter stretched out on the most extended sofa in the room. With a furrowed brow, he looked at the owner of Mountain, who seemed different.

Leonel placed his right hand on his forehead, partially covering his face, and involuntarily closed his eyes. “What should I do, Chris?”

Chris didn’t respond immediately; he waited for the following sentence from Grisham’s beloved son’s mouth.

“Mama and Papa went to Beverly Hills,” Leonel spoke again.

Chris still needed to understand the direction of Leonel’s conversation. “Why? What business do they have in Beverly Hills? Are you disturbed by their departure? I heard Mr. Robby brought his bodyguards.”