Chapter 8
Five years flew by, and the day finally came when Colsen was set free from prison.
By the time he got out, the Breslin Group was completely different. I had become the biggest shareholder and the person in charge, taking away every bit of his authority.
After spending those years behind bars, Colsen no longer seemed interested in chasing power or money. He didn’t care who ran the
company anymore.
The first thing he did when he walked out of prison was come straight to me and ask where Kiara was buried.
“Elsie, I’ve paid for what I did. Those five years were like living in a nightmare. Every day, I was filled with regret and pain. Can’t we move past it now? Please, tell me where Kiara is buried. Let me visit her.”
Seeing him again after all that time, I barely recognized him. He looked completely worn out–thinner, older, and the light in his eyes was gone. I even noticed strands of gray hair across his head.
Even though he begged me sincerely, I showed no emotion. I refused to say a word about where Kiara was buried.
His regret came too late. I didn’t need it anymore.
I tossed the divorce papers aside and said in a cold voice, “Colsen, you’ve already wasted five years of my life. Let’s get a divorce now. Don’t bother me anymore, just sign the papers and walk away.”
He kept his eyes on the documents I was holding.
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Even now, he still didn’t want to let go.
He said, “No, Elsie. I won’t divorce you. Unless I’m dead, I will never agree to divorce you.”
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After leaving the office, Colsen headed home, feeling completely worn out. As he reached the entrance, he unexpectedly saw Astrid–someone he hadn’t seen in five years–rushing toward him, her eyes filled with tears.
J’Colsen, you’re finally back!” she said, grabbing his hand with excitement
while crying. “The kids and I have been waiting all this time! You have no idea how tough it’s been for us. But now, you’re finally here.”
Colsen froze, surprised by her sudden appearance. But then he noticed something strange: her arms were covered in red spots.
He slowly looked up and saw that her neck had the same marks.
Right away, he pulled his hand back and asked, “Astrid… what’s going on with your neck?”
Astrid’s expression stiffened, and a flash of nervousness crossed her eyes. She quickly hid her hands behind her back. “It’s nothing. The weather’s been hot lately, and I got a mosquito bite…”
However, Colsen, who had spent years dealing with power and wealth, could see through the lie immediately. That was clearly a sign of a sexually transmitted disease!
His anger surged, and his eyes turned cold. “Astrid, you kept saying you waited for me for five years. Is this what you call waiting?”
Panicking, Astrid held onto his hand, speaking in a rush. “Please, Colsen, let me explain…”
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“No need!” Colsen shoved her aside, his voice full of rage. “We’re done. You’ve nothing but a broken, used–up woman now. You’re not worth my time anymore. From now on, I’m going to win Elsie back. She’s my only wife!”
Astrid stared at him, shocked. “Why? Did Elsie threaten you? Even if you don’t want me, what about our kids? Don’t you care about them?”
Colsen frowned and said harshly, “I don’t want the kids either, send them away. If it weren’t for them, Kiara would still be alive, and Elsie wouldn’t have wanted a divorce! From now on, I will only have children with Elsie!”
Astrid was stunned. She never imagined that after just five years apart, the man she once knew could become this cold and unfeeling.
Her voice cracked as she shouted, unable to hold back her emotions, “Colsen! How can you treat me like this? I stood by your side for so long and gave you two children! How could you throw me away like this?”
Colsen’s expression showed nothing but annoyance. He pushed her aside and stepped inside the house, slamming the door shut behind him.
No matter how loudly Astrid cried or how long she pounded on the door, he completely ignored her.
He locked himself in the room that once belonged to Kiara and spent the entire day drinking, hoping the alcohol would help him forget the pain.
But the more he drank, the sharper his thoughts became, and the deeper his regret sank in.
