Chapter 59
In the cozy coffee shop, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft hum of an espresso machine in the background.
Sarah wheeled herself in, her expression puzzled as she looked at Victoria. "Mrs. Harrison, what do you want to talk about?"
Victoria ordered Sarah a cup of coffee and said calmly, "I want to divorce Henry, but I can't figure out why he's refusing. So, I thought I'd ask for your help."
Sarah gripped the armrests of her wheelchair and responded, "Why? From what I've heard, you and Henry have always had a good relationship."
"That's all a fa?ade," Victoria said with a hint of indifference, tugging at her lips. "He wouldn't have fallen for you if we were truly in love."
At this, Sarah quickly defended herself. "You've misunderstood. Henry and I are just friends."
"That's irrelevant." Victoria cut Sarah off, unwilling to entertain her protests. She looked at Sarah and asked, "Do you like him?"
Sarah pressed her lips, unsure how to respond. She couldn't quite read Victoria's intentions. Was she setting a trap or genuinely offering help?
Victoria frowned slightly, irritated by the roundabout response. She thought, "What's the big deal? Either you like him, or you don't. Why all the hemming and hawing? If I could handle this legally, I would've done it already."
Victoria took a deep breath and said, "If you like him, I can help. What if I deliver him straight to your bed? Once you've slept with him, he'll take responsibility and naturally divorce me."
Sarah was shocked, but as she scrutinized Victoria's expression, she noticed an unnerving calm. It was as if Victoria were discussing someone else's husband, not hers. "Mrs. Harrison, you..."
"Actually," Victoria interrupted, "I'd much prefer it if you called me Ms. Hardwick. I can't stand the title 'Mrs. Harrison.""
Sarah was speechless. From the moment she entered this private room, nothing Victoria said had aligned with her expectations. She had no idea how to respond.
Victoria took a sip of her coffee. "The atmosphere here is quite nice. Take your time to think it over. I won't rush you."
Sarah lowered her head and lifted her own cup, taking a slow sip. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Ms. Hardwick, have you considered how Jude might feel about this?"
Victoria looked at the pattern of her coffee cup and replied indifferently, "Jude likes you more. Besides, I've lost my memory. All I know is that I'm single. Suddenly being told I have a son this grown, it's hard for me to accept."
After a long silent time, Sarah told her. "Yes, I like Mr. Harrison".
"Of course, but I'd appreciate a quick answer," Victoria said as she stood to leave. To her, Sarah's feelings for Henry were obvious. There was no reason for Sarah not to agree. After all, Victoria had no memory and couldn't possibly be scheming.
The room fell silent. Sarah set down her coffee and took out her phone to stop the recording. She pondered.
Sarah didn't know Victoria well, but five years ago, if not for her, Sarah would have been the one to marry Henry. Victoria had deliberately gone into Henry's room, seduced him, and ended up married and pregnant.
Sarah thought, "Victoria is cunning to the core. Everything she's done has been for Henry, to become his wife. Could she really give that up so easily, just because of this supposed memory loss?"
Sarah had her doubts. A mild concussion leading to amnesia seemed far–fetched.