Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 282 - 208: Got the Certificate (1 Update)_3

Chapter 282: Chapter 208: Got the Certificate (1 Update)_3

"Faye, this morning at eight o’clock, I originally agreed to go with Uncle Oliver to register our marriage.

I was planning to turn down Sean’s goodwill.

Uncle Oliver clearly promised me, but... he didn’t show up.

He didn’t come, he broke his word, he still doesn’t want to marry me."

"Clara, don’t cry."

Faye felt it was absurd; she didn’t know that Clara and Oliver had made such arrangements between them.

"Who are you crying for right now? Yourself, or your Uncle Oliver?

If Oliver truly wanted to marry you, he wouldn’t have waited until today.

You know this, so why can’t you make sense of it?

You’re already married now, you need to shift your thinking and perspective.

Think about your husband, who just met you once but acted resolutely for you.

Since your decision to register the marriage was completely voluntary, then you shouldn’t fail him."

"I know, I know everything, but I still feel sad.

How foolish I was—last night, I actually believed that Uncle Oliver saying he wanted to marry me was genuine.

I was so affected that I tossed and turned all night.

I’m such an idiot, aren’t I, Faye."

Faye raised her hand to support her forehead, "You’re not an idiot, you’re just too held back by the obsession in your heart.

Clara, some things can’t be solved through others’ comfort; you have to figure out what you truly want.

If Oliver really is the unattainable ’white moonlight’ for you, why not go find your own ray of light?"

Clara sighed and nodded, "Forget it, Faye, I guess I’ve been spreading negativity to you again."

"Don’t say that between us. I know you’re feeling awful right now.

Call me anytime if you need me.

Though I may not necessarily be wiser than you, at least I’ve been through it."

"Alright."

After hanging up, Faye looked at the chaotic stack of accounts on her desk, feeling worried.

Everyone has their own troubles, and hers really are piling up now.

Turns out life isn’t perfect just because love is fulfilled.

Each person has their own worries—who can live a life that always goes smoothly?

Clara came to Oliver’s office for the second time, and he was already back.

The secretary had gone out for lunch, so she walked in directly.

Oliver was sitting in the executive chair, staring blankly at a document. When he saw her enter, his eyebrows instinctively furrowed slightly, "Clara."

"I thought you weren’t coming to work today."

"This morning... something happened, so..."

"Oh, something happened to Luna, didn’t it."

Oliver frowned as he looked at her but didn’t refute her words.

Seeing his reaction, Clara let out a cold laugh, "This morning, when I left home, driven by a boastful impulse, I sent Luna a message.

I told her that at eight o’clock this morning, you were going with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register our marriage. From then on, you’d be mine.

Luna didn’t reply at all. At the time, I thought it was odd—how could she be so quiet?

Turns out she was just gearing up to tie you down.

What was it? A car accident? Or something as trivial as feeling unwell?"

Oliver didn’t respond to her questions but instead stood up and said, "Clara, I haven’t forgotten about the marriage, tomorrow—tomorrow morning I’ll go with you to register."

"No need, Uncle Oliver, I already registered the marriage. I’m married now, to Sean Lennox."

"What did you say?" Oliver stared at her, stunned.

"Uncle Oliver, I won’t keep standing in place waiting for you.

This morning at eight o’clock was the deadline I set for myself, for us.

I waited for you until 8:40, but you didn’t show up.

For someone else’s trivial matters, you gave up on me.

So... I won’t keep trying with you anymore.

Now I’m married, I’m a daughter-in-law of the Lynd Family.

From now on, I’ll treat you the way you wanted—as my relative, my uncle."

"Clara, I really..." Oliver started.

"By the way, Uncle Oliver, please find someone to replace me at work as soon as possible.

After marrying Sean, I’ll be staying at home preparing for pregnancy—I won’t be working anymore.

Right now, I want a baby. I want a life that revolves around family and children.

I’ll be heading home to pack my things in a little while. Tonight, I’ll move into my husband’s house."

She raised her wrist to check the time, "It’s getting late. Have you eaten lunch? I haven’t. I’ll be going first—Sean has made lunch plans with me."

She smiled at him, turned, and walked away.

Oliver quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist as she was about to open the door, "Clara."

"Uncle Oliver, don’t comfort me, I’m fine.

After registering the marriage this morning, I realized that, actually, I don’t love you as much as I thought.

Or perhaps it’s more accurate to say that loving you has turned into a mere habit of mine, but my heart hasn’t been truly honest with you.

This morning, when I saw Sean Lennox again, I was surprised to find that I’m completely defenseless against his smile.

When he talks to me, I feel nervous. When he smiles at me, my heart races. Even a simple touch of his hand leaves me feeling deeply moved.

I think... I’ve finally felt the scent of love—true love."

She turned and looked at Oliver with a serene smile, "Uncle Oliver, Faye and I both have finally found our happy endings. You should also start seeking your true happiness."

She pulled her wrist from his grip, opened the door, and walked out.

The moment she stepped out of the office, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

It was over. She would never look back again; she would never cling to a happiness that didn’t belong to her.

She wanted to live a new life, a life solely hers.

Oliver exhaled heavily. Faye had left him. Clara had left him.

Everything he cared about turned into illusions.

Turns out, he had neither family nor friends, and not even someone to say comforting words to when his heart ached.

Oliver leaned against the door frame, dejected and hollow, as if his heart had been completely emptied.