Forsaking the Years of Longing novel Chapter 85

Chapter 9

"All the jewelry, clothes, and bags too?"

Emma hesitated, feeling it was a pity. "These were all things Mr.

Roberts personally picked out for you from all over the country."

Yes, these gifts were personally chosen by Matthew for her..

But how did his heart change so quickly?

"Get rid of them."

Daphne felt a lump in her throat but managed to say those three words.

As she watched her belongings being carried out of the villa, leaving nothing behind, she felt an odd sense of liberation.

Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang, and the breaking news on the screen made her pause.

"Breaking! Business tycoon Matthew's wife, Daphne, files for divorce. Matthew set to marry the new lady of the Roberts family tonight."

She stared at the screen, seeing Matthew and Charlotte's wedding photos, a wave of indescribable bitterness welling up inside her.

The comments below were filled with people criticizing her.

"How could Daphne not appreciate a good man like Mr. Roberts?

She really doesn't know how lucky she is!"

"She must have done something to betray Mr. Roberts. Maybe she had an affair and had no choice but to divorce!"

"Mr. Roberts, don't be sad. We support you marrying your new wife. Daphne, that vile woman, should stay far away!"

Daphne gripped her phone tightly, her fingers turning white.

She had once been adored in the social circle, but now she was just as despised.

But the truth wasn't like that at all; the divorce papers were Matthew's decision.

Unable to bear the anger and frustration, she immediately dialed Matthew's number, intending to get some answers. But the call was declined.

A moment later, a text message popped up.

"Don't worry about the report. Someone must have done it on purpose. I'm busy now and can't take calls."

The cold, detached tone in his words chilled Daphne to the bone.

She let out a cold laugh, thinking, "Too busy? Probably because he's preparing for his wedding with Charlotte."

Since there was nothing left, there was nothing left to endure.

Daphne decided to confront him directly.

She headed to the Roberts family hotel.

"I'm sure."

Daphne's voice was hoarse but firm. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh, but she didn't feel the pain.

"Would you like us to inform your husband to come care for you after the procedure?" the doctor asked kindly.

"I'm divorced. I don't have a husband. When I wake up, please remind me of that."

Every word felt like a knife slicing into her heart.

Once everything was ready, Daphne lay on the operating table.

Under the dim surgical light, as the anesthetic slowly took effect, a wave of exhaustion washed over her.

Her consciousness began to blur, and just before she slipped into darkness, memories of her past with Matthew flashed through her mind "Daphne, will you marry me?"

"Daphne, be my girlfriend."

Daphne heard a faint electric buzz, and then her mind went blank.

Matthew, I've forgotten you.

Life or death.

We'll never meet again...