Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 582: Mila Anderson Officially Files for Divorce (5)_1
Mila Anderson formally proposed divorce to Gian Horne. After leaving the study, she immediately summoned her son and daughter. She informed them, as well as her daughter-in-law, Julia Bluen.
After hearing her decision, neither of her children spoke.
"Mom, can you really let go?" After a while, Glades Horne asked in a heavy tone.
His mind raced with calculations. The moment his mother lets go, it will be time for him to make his move. Phoebe Rogers, that shameless woman who took his father away from his mother—he will leave her with nothing, disgraced and ruined.
Mila Anderson gritted her teeth, then nodded firmly. Even if I can’t let go, I have to learn to. I’m fed up with days like these.
Phoebe Rogers is still phoning Gian Horne, and he still has some lingering affection for her. Even if he doesn’t leave immediately upon her calls like before, he hasn’t been able to truly cut ties. A husband whose heart isn’t with you is better left. Holding on only causes oneself suffering. I’ve suffered for thirty years before finally seeing the truth.
"Mom, I... I won’t voice my opinion. But no matter what, you are always my mom." Adele Horne had initially wanted to voice her support, having seen her mother’s hardship. Yet, torn between her father on one side and her mother on the other, she, as their child, truly couldn’t bring herself to say she approved of their divorce. In truth, what she wished for most was for her parents’ relationship to be harmonious.
"Mom, as long as you can let go, I support you!" Glades Horne, however, stated his stance directly.
Mila Anderson looked at him, moved. This son had accompanied her through the hardest times, and his support made her genuinely happy. At least I won’t be deserted by everyone, she realized.
"I want to move out of the house," Mila Anderson then brought up another concern.
"But I’m worried about Julia and Adele. Both of you are pregnant, and I can’t rest easy."
"This is your home. Where would you move to?" Glades Horne said in a low voice, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"Mom, my brother is right. I don’t want you to move out," Adele Horne also disagreed with her mother’s decision to move out of the Horne family home.
"Mom, I still need you to take care of me, and your most beloved grandson needs you. You can’t move out," Julia also did her utmost to prevent her mother-in-law from moving out.
Mila Anderson remained silent.
At this point, the old lady sent someone to find her, asking her to come to her room.
The old lady is probably intervening on behalf of Gian Horne, Mila thought, but I can’t refuse her summons.
Once Mila Anderson had left, Julia led Glades Horne back to their room.
Julia handed Glades two stacks of photos. These were taken by the bodyguards when Phoebe Rogers had come to make a scene. Julia had initially intended to publish the edited photos in the media the next day to shatter Phoebe Rogers’ reputation and let public schadenfreude devour her. However, after seeing James Horne’s pained expression, she had temporarily dismissed the idea.
Now that her mother-in-law had formally proposed divorce, Julia also understood why Gian Horne had been so accommodating and considerate towards Mila lately. Glades Horne had been biding his time for two reasons: one was James Horne, and the other was Mila Anderson’s lingering feelings for Gian Horne. Without these concerns, Glades Horne was certainly going to act.
"One stack contains the original photos, and the other has the edited ones," Julia explained. "If released to the media, they could put unexpected pressure and public scrutiny on Phoebe Rogers. She made cutting remarks when Adele was in trouble; now let her taste the bitterness of public scorn."
Glades Horne looked through the photos. He had rushed off on a business trip and then hurriedly flown to the UK to meet Noah Reyes, but he had failed to see him and had to return. Because of the hectic trip, he hadn’t had time to ask the housekeeper what had happened at home during his absence. Now, seeing the photos, he understood why his mother was so resolute about divorcing his father and why her heart had finally died.
Phoebe Rogers! That shameless woman! Relying on Dad’s tolerance and the fact that she’s James’s mother, she dared to barge in and create such a commotion, not even fearing death! Did she think that just because she’s James’s mother, I wouldn’t dare to deal with her? Wrong! Utterly wrong!
Without delay, Glades Horne pulled out his phone and made a call. Soon after, his Secretary rushed over. In the study, Glades handed the Secretary the stack of edited photos along with some instructions. The Secretary then left the Horne residence, heading towards the largest newspaper office in the city.
A few hours later, those photos appeared in newspapers at an astonishing speed and also went viral online. The internet works incredibly fast. Everyone in T City knew Phoebe Rogers was Gian Horne’s mistress, and her actions were despised and hated. Usually, out of fear of the Horne family’s influence and Gian Horne’s status, people dared not openly criticize Phoebe Rogers. But now, the public saw that Gian Horne no longer loved her. Witnessing this, along with photos circulating of Phoebe Rogers beaten—photos Gian Horne was reportedly viewing with Mila Anderson—people felt a sense of catharsis. Fueled by schadenfreude, they unleashed a torrent of sarcastic comments. Wave after wave of innumerable mocking phone calls and face-to-face insults assaulted Phoebe Rogers, causing her to collapse instantly. The pressure of being a mistress was, in fact, quite heavy.
The public’s aggression was high, stemming from a universal hatred for "the other woman."
Some extremists even threw stones at the windows of Phoebe Rogers’ apartment, smashed her door, and destroyed the potted plants in front of it.
Terrified, her face pale, she cowered under the sofa, too frightened to move.
Only Glades Horne has the power to make the media publish a new edition so quickly, she knew. He’s stopped showing me any mercy!
While I’m suffering these onslaughts, where is Gian Horne? Where is the man I’ve deeply loved and fought for thirty years without truly winning over? And where is my son, James Horne—the son I carried for ten months and see as my life?
She called Gian Horne, but he didn’t pick up. She called her son, James Horne, but he didn’t pick up either.
Deserted by everyone! The phrase suddenly surfaced in her mind.
The old lady had indeed summoned Mila Anderson regarding her divorce from Gian Horne. When Mila Anderson entered the old lady’s room, she saw Gian Horne standing before the old lady, his face full of regret. The old lady seemed emotionally stirred. Some argument must have taken place between mother and son, Mila thought.
