Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 87: Repentance! Ian Kane Kneels in the Rain All Night
Ian Kane never expected that Vera Sheridan would have such a lethal contingency plan.
Elias Crowe, who was watching by the wall, held his breath, his fingertips slightly cold.
The lady, usually as calm as a chrysanthemum, also hid such cunning and skill!
Once that video of infidelity is exposed, the "devoted" persona President Kane painstakingly maintained would instantly collapse, along with the halo of "entrepreneur" and "philanthropist," sufficient to ruin him completely!
In the mediation room, the air was as heavy as lead.
Ian Kane seemed to have his spine removed, all his arrogance crumbling in an instant, leaving only despair.
Vera Sheridan looked at him in this state, her pent-up resentment finally erupted. She glanced at her watch and said in a voice laced with ice, "Ian Kane, time is running out. Let’s go downstairs."
Ian Kane slowly lifted his head, those once overbearing eyes now bloodshot, deeply gazing at her, with a hoarse voice full of desperate plea, "Honey... I was wrong."
He swallowed with difficulty, his Adam’s apple moving, "I shouldn’t have betrayed you... forgive me this time, please?"
Every word felt as if it had been sanded on sandpaper, filled with an unprecedented humility.
Vera Sheridan sneered, her eyes cold and full of sarcasm, "Ian Kane, your skill at changing faces is truly unparalleled! Where was that fierce strength when you were snatching my phone earlier?"
She stepped forward, looking down at him, "Ha, knowing I have backups, now you’re pretending to be deeply in love and humble? I’ve long been sick of your hypocritical face!"
Ian Kane shook his head painfully, his tall figure slowly collapsing, kneeling heavily on one knee on the cold floor tiles.
"Honey, I’m truly regretful... you woke me up..." His voice trembled, laden with heavy nasal tones, as if every word was dripping with blood.
"I clearly hated how my dad had an affair back then... yet I lost my mind and became the person I despise the most... I knew how deeply your father’s issues scarred you, yet I still betrayed your trust, unable to resist Nina’s..."
He cautiously reached out, his fingertips trembling imperceptibly, trying to touch the sleeve of her suit, "Honey, give me one more chance... just one last time, okay?"
Vera Sheridan abruptly shook off his hand, and in the next second, "Smack!" A crisp sound exploded in the silent room!
A slap landed hard on his pale face, the force enough to turn his head to the side.
"Enough!" Vera Sheridan’s voice was icy and piercing.
"Ian Kane! I’ve said it before, flies don’t swarm on an unbroken egg! Even now, you’re still shifting blame onto Nina? You were both crooks in cahoots, two of a kind! Trash!"
Ian Kane’s head was turned by the slap, and a clear handprint swiftly surfaced on his pale cheek, glaringly red.
He turned his head back, his eyes filled with complete defeat and helplessness, hoarsely saying, "Yes... I was wrong, honey. I swear, from now on, my heart and eyes will only have you, staying faithful to you... trust me once more..."
Vera Sheridan seemed to have heard the biggest joke, the corners of her lips curled up into an extremely cold arc, "Ian Kane, do you take me for a recycling bin? Why should I recycle trash like you?"
Her gaze was as sharp as a knife, "Now, go downstairs!"
The command was resolute, and she decisively turned away.
At this moment, Vera Sheridan, dressed in an off-white silk long dress with a neat apricot blazer, her low ponytail impeccable, exuded a crushing aura even if her legs were inconvenient!
It was the sharpened edge after betrayal, scheming, and mental torment, the thrill of pulling the abuser down from the pedestal and taking back control!
Ian Kane staggered to his feet, his gaze tightly following her determined back like a drowning man eyeing the only driftwood.
The divorce registry was exceptionally empty, seemingly specially cleared.
Vera Sheridan walked straight to the counter, taking out the divorce cooling-off receipt from her bag, her fingers trembling slightly with excitement and the impending freedom.
She was finally about to completely free herself from this control freak who saw her as a possession and drained her vitality at will!
The staff recognized Vera Sheridan, instinctively looking behind her, taking a deep breath as their gaze met Ian Kane—
The usually proud and aloof President Kane, at this moment, his eyes were red as a caged beast, lost and forlorn, his entire being radiating suffocating pain!
"Hello, we’re here to file for divorce, today is the first day after the cooling-off period." Vera Sheridan’s voice was calm and steady.
Ian Kane’s Adam’s apple moved with difficulty, still unwilling to give up, gently tugging at her sleeve again, his voice shattered, "Honey... give me one more chance..."
That posture, humble to the point of being dust.
All eyes in the room focused on them.
Vera Sheridan expressionless, again shook him off, her voice not loud but each word was like ice, "Ian Kane, if you know what’s good for you, be cooperative. Keep pestering, and don’t blame me for not leaving you with a shred of dignity!"
The warning was unmistakable.
Everyone was silent as if fearing the cold.
Ian Kane let his hands fall limply, no longer speaking, only staring intently at the movements on the counter. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
The staff began processing the paperwork.
Vera Sheridan held her breath, gaze locked, childhood memories of her mother’s desperate cries of catching infidelity, and the various intolerable memories growing up surged in her mind.
"Honey... I’m sorry..." Ian Kane murmured beside her, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, "It’s me... who couldn’t give you a happy ending..."
Vera Sheridan turned a deaf ear, all her focus on the document soon to be finalized.
The printer emitted a "creak" sound, like a countdown to freedom.
The sound stopped abruptly!
The entire hall’s lights suddenly went out, plunging into darkness!
"Power outage!" someone exclaimed.
Vera Sheridan furrowed her brow tightly and immediately raised her hand to check her watch—only 20 minutes left until the end of the workday!
"Sorry to both of you, there’s a sudden power outage," the staff member said helplessly.
Vera suppressed her agitation and tapped her knuckles on the cold marble countertop. "May I ask, will the power be restored by the morning?"
A male staff member inside raised his voice, "We’ve just contacted the power company. The nearby construction cut off the line, and repairs are underway! There’s no chance for the morning; whether it will be restored in the afternoon depends on the situation!"
This meant it couldn’t be done today.
Vera felt annoyed, but quickly calmed down.
Now that Ian Kane’s weak spot was in her hand, she wasn’t afraid of him stirring up any trouble again.
"Would you both like to go back and wait for a notification? If the power doesn’t come back in the afternoon, you can come over tomorrow or the day after; the procedure can be done smoothly within three days after the cooling-off period ends," the staff member added.
Vera nodded, put away her documents, and turned to leave.
Ian Kane instinctively wanted to follow, but was pinned in place by her icy gaze.
Just outside the civil affairs bureau, Maeve Holloway’s car was already waiting.
Vera got in the car and briefly explained the situation. Sure enough, the power didn’t come back in the afternoon, and the civil affairs bureau scheduled an appointment for 9 a.m. the next day as compensation for the power outage.
At night, Vera and Maeve were sitting on the terrace of the old mansion, champagne in hand, celebrating the impending new life.
Fine rain began to fall silently.
Suddenly, an unfamiliar call rang out.
Answering it, Ian Kane’s drunken, tearful voice came through: "Honey... Mrs. Kane... give me one more chance... will you?"
Vera frowned and was about to hang up.
"Vera!" Maeve pointed downstairs, "He’s right there!"
Vera quickly walked to the edge of the terrace and looked down.
Under the dim street lights, the rain was light but steady.
Ian Kane was standing straight under the rain, wearing only a soaked white shirt and trousers, without a coat or umbrella.
He held the phone to his ear, staring foolishly in the direction where she was.
Then, under Vera’s cold gaze, he suddenly bent his knees and kneeled heavily on the cold, rain-soaked ground!
"Honey... I was wrong..." The hoarse voice came through the receiver, mixed with the sound of real rain.
Vera’s expression remained unchanged, coldly speaking into the phone: "Ian Kane, your pathetic persistence really makes me despise you!"
The rain suddenly intensified, pouring down in torrents.
"Vera, don’t mind him! Get inside!" Maeve pulled her, "He’s just playing the sympathy card! Trying to soften you!"
Vera, resolute in her voice over the call: "Ian Kane, tomorrow morning at nine, in front of the civil affairs bureau. If you dare to be late by even a minute, your cheating video will be broadcasted all over the internet!"
After saying that, she hung up decisively.
In the pouring rain, Ian Kane remained like a stone sculpture, stubbornly kneeling, unmoving.
The cold rain lashed his pale face, water continuously rolling down from his tightly closed eyes, indistinguishable from rain or tears.
His trembling hand tightly held onto a rain-soaked photo—
The photo from the first time he saw Vera.
Under the spotlight on stage, she was elegant as the moon, emitting a fragile light that drove him crazy with the desire to possess her, to protect her under his wing.
That night, Ian Kane knelt in the cold rain all night.
The next morning, Vera woke up early.
Downstairs was empty, with no trace of him.
She happily enjoyed her breakfast, gathered her documents, and headed to the civil affairs bureau once again, accompanied by Maeve.
As the car drove into the yard, she saw that familiar and glaring Phantom with the "622" license plate.
To protect his fragile reputation, he had come after all.
