Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

Bonnie was shocked at how severely her perception of love was torn apart at this moment. She even began to doubt whether Blake had ever revealed his true nature to her, making it so difficult to accept when everything fell apart. Bonnie's eyes

were red with tears. "Blake, how can you say such things? I was with you even before I married Abel, and after what happened... When I finally managed to move on, you now question whose son he is. If I didn't want to be with you, why would I have divorced Abel?" Only someone who knows you deeply can wound you where it hurts most. Bonnie couldn't stand Blake saying that about

her.

Blake was haphazardly packing his bags, brushing her off with, You and Abel split up entirely because, three years ago..."

"Shut up!" Bonnie yelled, stunned by Blake's complete lack of consideration for her.

With a cold laugh, Blake said, "Bonnie, just admit it. You did all this to get back at Abel for what he did to you. I'm nothing more than a tool in your plan."

With her son in her arms, Bonnie's voice quivered, "You can say whatever you want about me, but can you really turn your back on your son? He's been calling you dad for quite some time. After all, he's your own flesh and blood.

"Get out of here," Blake shoved Bonnie, nearly knocking her off balance. The child in her arms began to cry, as if this was a side of Blake he'd never seen.

While trying to calm her son, Bonnie reached for Blake's hand, but her efforts were in vain. How could someone who would choose to sacrifice his family in the face of death retain any sense of familial love?

Blake shook off Bonnie's hand, glaring at her with disdain. "Can you just move out of the way? Can't you see I'm packing? You're always worried about what others think; it's better to end it now. I'm leaving Soucrity, and I'm not coming back," he snapped. Bonnie's hand fell limply by her side as she mumbled, "Not coming back? Why can't you take us with you?"

Facing her questions, Blake kept silent, his hands momentarily stopping their packing. This was a deal: a hundred thousand dollars to clear debts with the video, plus another deal worth 150 thousand. For 65 thousand, he decided to leave Bonnie and their son behind. Blake said, "Bonnie, you're already grown up. Do I really need to teach you the lesson that people look out for themselves? After all, you've taken full advantage of Abel. Bringing you along would only be a burden. Given how honest Abel is, if you go back and apologize, he might even forgive you." Had it been someone else, she might have already secured the 1.6 million, but unfortunately, she encountered Yasmine instead.

Faced with Blake's sighs, tears streamed down Bonnie's face as she cried out in despair, "You're going to face fetribution; you will get what you deserve." Her piercing words echoed throughout the affordable dwelling.

Blake shrugged and said, "Bonnie, can't you tell? I'm not the same person I was years ago-I'm just a mess now. Living like a stray dog is all I want." "Yeah, you're a mess," the woman responded.

"None of us are innocent here," Blake said. "Aside from Abel and me, who knows what other guys you've been with? You're nothing but a lousy tramp."

The two hurled the most vicious words at each other, as if trying to expose the deep wounds in each other's hearts. Finally, Blake shoved Bonnie out the door, indifferent to the child's heart-wrenching cries. "Don't bother me again. I never want to see a woman like you," Blake said.

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11:26 Tue,

Bang. The door of the affordable dwelling slammed shut, leaving Bonnie shocked and heartbroken. Just yesterday they were all lovey-dovey, everything seemed perfect. How did things fall apart in just one night?

Half an hour later, Blake emerged from the affordable dwelling with all his belongings, cast a cold glance at Bonnie and the child outside the door, and then left without a word.

"Blake, you really are so heartless," Bonnie cried. She watched his cold and distant figure walking further away from her, never turning back even once, not even to look at the child.

She wiped her tears and hugged her still-crying son. She had to be strong because she still needed to take care of her child. But in this vast world, where else could they find support? Just as she was about to leave with her child, a few middle-aged men appeared and took the two away.

At Aurelith University, the reporters at the gate were gone, as if the incident had been nothing more than a farce. Yasmine was proven innocent, all posts discussing the issue were cleared from the forum, and Abel resumed his teaching duties.

Yasmine led Yoselin into the school. Skipping happily, Yoselin said, "Yasmine, it's all thanks to you for remembering to record, and thanks to Lucy for bringing the video!"

"You're the one who told him, aren't you?" Yasmine asked thoughtfully.

Yoselin looked down with a hint of guilt and stuck out her tongue, "Yasmine, please don't blame me. It slipped out when I was on the phone with my brother."Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

slipped?" Yasmine asked.

"Okay, okay, I did tell my brother," Yoselin confessed, tugging at Yasmine's sleeve. "But Yasmine, he knew from the start. He's been having someone keep an eye on Bonnie to help you. Chuck already told me everything." Yasmine gently ruffled her hair. She wasn't mad at Yoselin, but the image of someone collapsing that night lingered in her mind. Hesitating, she asked, "Did your brother get home?" Yasmine asked.

Yoselin looked at Yasmine with a smile in her eyes and laughed, "Oh! So Yasmine, you're concerned about my brother, huh? Don't worry, he's alright now." Her expression dimmed slightly at the thought of Irene always visiting the Russell residence, which really upset her. However, she didn't want to tell Yasmine about this. The fewer people knew about it, the better. She certainly didn't want Yasmine to find out that her brother was still in contact with Irene.

As soon as they reached the teaching building, without even entering the office, they saw a few people cursing as they dragged a woman by her hair toward the building. She recognized her-it was Bonnie. She hadn't sued her for defamation yet, and here Bonnie was again, appearing at the school.

But the scene before her made it clear that Bonnie was not there willingly. Quickly, a large number of students gathered around, eager to watch the spectacle.

Abel, sweating as he came down from the teaching building, saw the two people leading the group and said gloomily, "Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Abel, your dad and I watched the TV interview and realized just how awful this woman is. We had no idea about such a huge, matter-that child isn't even yours! She had the nerve to ask us for so much money behind our backs. What a shameless woman!" The middle- aged woman, overwhelmed with emotion slapped Bonnie, the sound reverberating across the

campus.