Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 11 Farewell and New Beginnings

Chapter 11 Farewell and New Beginnings

To prevent her condition from deteriorating further, Nicholas scheduled the first round of chemotherapy

for the day after tomorrow.

Chemotherapy came with many side effects. In the first two weeks after treatment, the body becomes

extremely weak, and hair loss was common. Avery must make arrangements for her affairs in advance.

Martin showed no signs of waking up yet. Fortunately, she didn't have to worry about medical

expenses. After extending a sum of money, she returned home.

The house belonged to her and Jacob, but she knew she would be moving out soon. Worried that her

body wouldn't be able to handle the chemotherapy, she arranged for a moving company in advance.

Her best friend Isabella also came, dressed in formal attire, carrying a bag, and wearing high heels.

She even brought two baked sweet potatoes with her, looking a bit windblown and rushed.

From a distance, Avery could hear her loud voice. "Sis, you're finally escaping the sea of misery! I just

received the commission from selling the house last month. Tonight, I'll treat you to a good time at the

Allure Club. Men are a dime a dozen, and no need to tie yourself to one tree."

During the week Avery was absent, Isabella happened to fly abroad to visit her boyfriend. She had no

knowledge of Avery's condition and assumed that Avery had finally come to her senses about the

divorce.

Avery smiled. "That won't do. I'm afraid if your husband finds out you went to the Allure Club, he'll fly

over tonight to settle the score with me."

"Don't even get me started. I'll never believe in love in the fucking northern hemisphere again. I wanted

to surprise him, but guess what? He actually takes the money I worked hard for and uses it to keep

another woman.

Isabella cursed loudly, unable to hide the pain and tears. Seven years of love ultimately died due to

long-distance separation.

Avery wanted to offer some words of comfort, but she thought of her own chaotic marriage and realized

that she was a sinner herself. How could she save others?

"With your temper, aren't you on the verge of causing a huge scene?"

Isabella pulled her to sit in the flowerbed in the yard, handed her a baked sweet potato, and started

eating like nothing had happened.

"Maybe it's because years of being apart have worn down even the most stubborn tempers. Maybe I

had an early premonition. When someone loves you, they can come up with a thousand reasons, but

when they don't, one reason is enough."

Isabella continued to look at the misty sky. "He used to cross half the world to be by my side for a

Valentine's Day, even taking just a few days off work. He hasn't come back in three years."

"He used to say good morning to me by the moonlight. In the past year or two, the time he spends

talking to me has been decreasing. At first, I thought he was just busy with his PhD. In order to make

his life there a little easier, I started working part-time in real estate before even graduating from

college. I basically did everything for him. The commission I earned so hard was used by him to buy a

house over there."

"Do you know, Avy, it's like a soap opera. I thought I was going crazy. When I saw him still wearing the

red underwear I sent him, I suddenly felt ridiculous."

Although Isabella was laughing, tears were falling on the baked sweet potato in her hand. "I can't even

afford to buy a cup of Starbucks. I, a prestigious medical student, ran around various properties every

day but ended up raising an ingrate. Maybe he swiped my card for their expenses."

Avery hugged her with open arms. "Stop crying. He's not worthy of you."

"That's what I think too. You have no idea how handsome I am. I don't make a fuss. Just sit down, light

a cigarette, and start calculating the money over the years with him. Fortunately, I was careful and had

the house registered in my name. That night, I had him and that mistress get out of my house."

Avery was a little surprised. She didn't expect Isabella to be so decisive. "So he agreed?"

"Of course not. When he heard that I not only wanted the house back but also wanted him to repay the

money he spent over the years, he knelt down on the spot and begged me for forgiveness. As I

watched this person cry and wail with tears streaming down his face, I thought about how I could have

been so blind to like such a thing. I stayed there for a few more days, sold the house, and completely

cut off ties with him before coming back."

Isabella quickly wiped away the tears on her face. "Avy, we're past the age of puppy love. Love and

bread, you have to choose one, right? A year ago, I advised you to get a divorce, but you weren't

willing. Now that you've figured it out, I'm really happy. With Jacob, that diamond tycoon, his wealth is

enough for you to live a life of luxury for generations."

Isabella swallowed the last bite of the baked sweet potato, and there was a bit more smile on her face.

"Think about it: although you lost a man, with the money you earned from him, you can support ten or

eight handsome guys with fair skin, good looks, and long legs. Isn't that awesome?"

Avery awkwardly smiled. "Well, I'm only getting one million and five hundred thousand dollars in

compensation."

"What? That scumbag cheated on you during the marriage, and he has the nerve to give you only that

amount?" Isabella looked incredulous.

"That bastard used to be generous to you, didn't he? Now he's being stingy like this? He's not short of

money either."

Avery didn't explain much. "When he loved you, it was like a sky full of stars. He held you, fearing you'd

fly away. When he no longer loved you, even the weeds underfoot were better than you. Let alone him.

I called you here to help me move."

"Alright, after we finish moving, I will treat you tonight. We'll go out and have a good time."

Avery smiled. "Okay."

Everything in the house was arranged by Jacob, so she didn't take much with her. She called it a move,

but she only packed up some of her important belongings.

Looking at the wedding photos hanging on the wall, she was smiling sweetly in every one of them.

Jacob, who was usually reserved, also had a faint smile on his lips as he held her waist.

Isabella was irritated when she looked at the scumbag. "What are you going to do with these wedding

photos? You might as well take them to sell as scrap. Maybe you can buy two more baked sweet

potatoes. Otherwise, burn them all."

Avery shook her head. "No need. Since it's a divorce, we'll each take half."

Avery had someone dismantle all the photos, cut out her portion, and then hung them back up.

She was only reluctant to part with the nursery she had personally designed, decorated by Jacob. She

didn't want it to be occupied by Layla's child in the future.

The room had accompanied Avery for a year. She only took away the baby crib then had someone

dismantle all the decorations.

The traces left behind after spending hundreds of days and nights were cleared away in just a few

hours.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, she recalled the excitement of her first visit. Back then, she

laughed so sweetly, but now her tears were as salty as they could be.

The self from back then must never have thought that one day she would come to this point with Jacob.

She took one last look at the entrance as if bidding farewell to her past self, then left calmly without

turning back.

Avery walked up to Isabella. "Bella, accompany me to the hair salon."

Isabella patted her shoulder with great enthusiasm. "Alright! New hairstyle, new beginning. Forget

about that scumbag! I'm going to get a cute pinkish style. Avy, what about you?"

Avery didn't think much. "I want it short." All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

"Avy, although you look beautiful with both long and short hair, I think it's better not to go too short so

you won't regret it in the future."

Little did Isabella know, Avery's decision to go short wasn't about looks but simply to prepare for

potential hair loss due to chemotherapy.

Avery smiled gently. "No regrets."