Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton was so angry she nearly smashed her phone.

Just as she was fuming, she heard a noise at the door.

When she looked over, Leona Grant pushed the door open and walked right in, casually tossing a small metal wire aside.

Annabelle Linton stood there, completely dumbfounded. ’A legendary lock-picking master?’

Leona Grant strode in triumphantly, a perfect smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, Annabelle Linton. I’ve come to take you home."

Annabelle Linton finally snapped out of it and glared at him. "Leona Grant, the hospital called and told me to return. This was your doing, wasn’t it!"

"Yes," Leona Grant admitted freely. He plopped down on the sofa as if he owned the place. "The hospital called this morning, said they were short-staffed, and asked me what they should do. I told them to figure it out themselves. Who knew they’d decide to call you back? It’s perfect, though. We can go together."

Annabelle Linton scoffed. "Ask you? And who do you think you are?"

"Oh, I’m no one special. Just the owner of the hospital."

Annabelle Linton: "..."

She had reached her limit. Did he think being rich made him all-powerful? "In that case, perfect. Since you’re the boss, let me make myself crystal clear. I’m resigning. I quit!"

"You still have to come back, even if you quit."

"Can’t I go shopping? Can’t I be on vacation? I’m not your employee, so what business is it of yours whether I go back or not?"

Leona Grant didn’t get angry as he usually would. He simply lifted the corner of his lip in a slight smile and said flatly, "Oh."

Annabelle Linton felt something was off about him today, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

Just as she was wondering, her phone rang.

She answered. It was a call from the immigration department.

They said there was an issue with her passport and that she should prepare to be deported this very afternoon.

Annabelle Linton laughed, a sound devoid of humor and full of rage. She slammed her phone down and stared furiously at Leona Grant. "Are you fucking crazy? I said I’m not going back with you, and I meant it! Do you have to resort to these kinds of schemes? Do you find this amusing?"

Leona Grant curled his lip dismissively. "Not bad at all. I told you I have plenty of ways to make you yield. What, run out of tricks already?"

"You’re despicable!"

Having finally backed her into a corner, Leona Grant’s mood brightened instantly. He gave her a devilish smile. "Baby? I’d much rather you call me ’hubby’."

"Psycho!"

Annabelle Linton was so furious she felt like she might pass out. She stomped back to her room and started packing.

’What else could I do?’

’I’m being deported this afternoon. What is there to do but pack?’

In that moment, Annabelle Linton envied Leona Grant. She envied the sense of superiority his wealth and power afforded him.

...

That afternoon, after a simple meal, Annabelle Linton and Leona Grant boarded the plane together.

It was Leona Grant’s private jet. Naturally, Xylas Shepherd and Nathaniel Locke were accompanying them.

Don’t get the wrong idea—it wasn’t as if Annabelle Linton wanted to fly on Leona Grant’s jet.

It was just that every flight until midnight was sold out. Annabelle Linton was supposed to wait for the immigration officers, but they ended up telling her to make her own way back. They’d reimburse the ticket, they said, but she had to leave today. If she didn’t, she might never be able to return home.

Annabelle Linton had another huge fight with Leona Grant, but the outcome was unchangeable.

"Hey, Sister-in-law," Xylas Shepherd greeted with a wide grin.

Annabelle Linton’s expression was grim. She just nodded and boarded the plane.

Leona Grant’s private jet was incredibly luxurious, nicer even than most homes.

It had four separate rooms, a bathroom, a dining area, and even a recreation space with a golf simulator and a pool table.

’Filthy rich.’

After the plane took off, Annabelle Linton was too angry to even eat. She went straight to her room.