Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 581: Mila Anderson Officially Files for Divorce (4)_1

But now he had realized that Glades Horne hated him and also despised Pheobe Rogers; Glades had just concealed it very well. Moreover, he was subtly taking his revenge on Pheobe Rogers. Leaving everything else aside, the fact that James Horne’s heart sided with his brother instead of his mother was enough to shatter Pheobe Rogers’ heart.

His son... he was too cunning. He used a pretense to wrestle power from his grasp, completely sidelining him, the head of the Horne Family. Only when he had everything under control did he start his slow retaliation. It had to be said that Glades Horne embodied the saying, "A gentleman’s revenge is not too late even after ten years," to the fullest.

"Mila, I didn’t divorce you when we were young, and I still won’t divorce you now," Gian Horne said somberly, reeling in his drifting thoughts.

As he reminisced, he realized his heart was in agony.

Looking again at his wife, he saw that time had been unkind. The ravages of time were visible on both of them.

He didn’t want to divorce!

He now knew he had been wrong. He wanted to spend the rest of his life repenting to his wife.

"I will file for divorce at the court. Our marital relationship has broken down. Gian, after thirty years, I’m tired and weary. I’m letting go. I’ll grant you and Pheobe Rogers your freedom," Mila Anderson said, closing her eyes and sighing heavily, sadness still evident in her voice. Her husband, whether in person or in heart, had never truly belonged to her. It was because she loved too deeply, loved too blindly, and made him her everything that she had suffered for thirty years.

Now, she truly saw through it all and had thought it through.

Divorce... perhaps only then would her later years be happy.

"During New Year’s, I was afraid to bring it up and affect everyone’s mood. But now that the New Year has passed, I think it’s time we put our divorce on the agenda," Mila Anderson said softly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Her heart was actually still very painful, but more so, it was a sense of relief.

Her beauty salon was undergoing renovations, and they were hiring beauticians. Once the refurbishment was finished and they chose an auspicious day to open, her life would fill with purpose. She could then slowly let go of matters of the heart.

For this, she was deeply grateful to her daughter-in-law, Julia, for her help. Without Julia, she would still be the same person she used to be—only concerned with playing cards and spending money, never considering whether the quietly passing years held any value.

Only now did she understand and realize why Julia, upon marrying into the Horne family and becoming its young mistress, the leading lady of the prominent Horne household, still insisted on working outside. Women can’t just depend on men; they need to live out their own lives with grace. A working woman leads a fulfilled life, and fulfillment brings a cheerful heart.

"Mila," Gian Horne said urgently, "I know I’ve been wrong. I’m sorry. But our children are grown now, and we’re about to become grandparents. Could you forgive me for the sake of the children? Please don’t divorce, okay?"

Mila Anderson gave a bitter smile. The tears trembling in the corners of her eyes finally condensed into droplets, rolling down and tracing paths, line by line, across her well-maintained cheeks. The sight clenched Gian Horne’s entire heart.

For the first time, he realized how heart-wrenching his wife’s tears could be.

"For the sake of the children? Gian, did you think of the children when you were about to cheat thirty years ago? Did you consider the children and decide not to cheat? Glades was only three years old back then, just three. How much fatherly love does a three-year-old need, and how much did you give him? Every night, as I hugged him under the lamp waiting for you, he always asked in his childish voice, ’Mommy, when will Daddy come back?’ Every morning, his first question upon waking was, ’Mommy, did Daddy come home last night? I haven’t seen Daddy for so many days. I miss Daddy.’ Do you know how much my heart hurt listening to Glades’ questions? Where were you those times? You were with Pheobe Rogers. You were enjoying your passionate affair, you two were inseparable, and you declared that the one you loved was Pheobe Rogers..."

Bringing up the past was like a blade slicing open Mila Anderson’s heart. The pain was excruciating.

"Forgive you? Do you still need my forgiveness? You’ve never cared whether I loved you or hated you, so why would you need my forgiveness? This marriage... it should have ended long ago. It was my own foolish delusion. I was the fool, I was the silly one. You betrayed me, hurt me, and I still loved you with all my heart..."

Mila Anderson couldn’t continue speaking.

She turned and staggered slightly as she walked toward the study door.

"Mila," Gian Horne quickly moved in front of her to block her path, preventing her from leaving the study room. He impulsively, eagerly, and fearfully grabbed her hand, pulling her into his embrace and holding her tightly, continuously murmuring, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

I’m sorry?

What good were all those ’I’m sorry’s?

Mila Anderson’s tears wet the front of his shirt, scorching his heart for the very first time.

"Mila, I beg you... Julia is pregnant. She’s already five months along. In another four or five months, the baby will be born. Do you really want our grandchild to face separated grandparents at birth? Mila, I know I have a million faults. I’ve been horrible, I’m a bastard. I... I beg you, please don’t divorce me. I..."

"Gian, it’s too late. I gave you thirty years of chances, but you never took them," Mila Anderson said, her heart aching as she pushed away his embrace.

She turned her head, quickly opened the study room door, and walked out. Her resolute voice echoed back, "I’ll see you in court."

The moment the study room door closed, Mila Anderson forcefully wiped away her tears. From now on, I will no longer shed tears for this man, she told herself. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

She was truly letting go, and in doing so, freeing herself.

Gian Horne watched the closed study room door, his face deathly white. His predominant thought was: If Mila Anderson truly divorces me, our son, Glades Horne, will definitely take action.

Glades Horne’s heart leaned toward his mother. He had been conserving his strength and harboring hatred for so many years, all for her sake.

Sometimes, it takes facing the reality of true loss before one awakens and realizes that what they are about to lose is incredibly precious.