Chapter 364

“Pack your things. We’re going to the city hall to get a divorce,” Windsor said coldly. It was clear he’d been planning this for some time. Now that he was back, and with the Bennett Group crippled by their actions, he no longer felt tied to the family. He had hesitated in the past, unwilling to share his fortune. But now, with the Renner Group teetering, he needed to distance himself quickly. By blaming them, he could escape responsibility. The Simpson family had offered him a tempting deal, one he couldn't refuse.

“You want a divorce? You’re leaving me for that woman? We have three sons and a daughter! You don’t care about the kids?” Hannah was on the verge of a breakdown, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Windsor, who felt like a stranger. They had shared a bed for nearly thirty years, yet she never truly understood him.

“The boys are old enough to choose. This marriage is over,” Windsor said, turning away and draping his coat over Sophia’s shoulders. He pulled Sophia close, but she remained stiff. Sophia looked up at Hannah, whose gaze was murderous; Atlas glared hatefully. Only Caspian stood nonchalantly, seemingly expecting this, watching coldly but uninvolved.

“Sophia…” Henry’s voice broke the silence. He stood behind the others, his eyes fixed on the scene: Windsor, freshly intimate with Sophia, carefully draping his coat over her as she lay on her side, arms crossed. The image haunted Henry. He remembered Sophia deliberately lifting her skirt in the car, letting him touch her thigh. His fists clenched involuntarily. Even a naive man could see he’d been played. Sophia had been using them, taking advantage. Now that the Bennett family was crumbling, she’d set her sights on Windsor.

“Well, you’re something else. You seduced me, and now you’re sleeping with my father. Did you plan to marry him? To be our new mother?” Henry asked, his voice low with anger.

Sophia trembled, hiding behind Windsor, feigning terror. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I’ll leave. I won’t come back,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her sweet, pleading tone stirred something in Windsor; a strange, prickly sensation, like something was leaking out of him. It was a feeling hard to define, but it unsettled him. He lifted his head to meet Hannah’s resentful gaze.

“We’re going to city hall in half an hour,” Windsor said coldly.

Hannah’s face was heavy. “My children… After all these years, I’ve gotten nothing, and now I’m rejected.” Sophia stood behind Windsor, as if seeking protection from Hannah.

Chapter 25-1 (Note: There's a significant jump in chapter numbering. This might be an error in the original text)

A frustration she couldn’t release swelled in Hannah’s chest. Hannah slowly lifted her head, her voice a whisper. Sophia’s cheeks were flushed pink – a clear sign of recent intimacy. Hannah wondered if her sacrifices had been worth it.

She let out a bitter laugh, stepping back, ignoring the pain in her leg. “Time to get divorced. I’m done being your maid. If you want to be with him, go ahead. I don’t care anymore,” Hannah said, her voice thick with unshed tears. Sophia bit her lip, looking utterly pitiful.

“Then get out of my study!” Windsor shouted, walking to the bathroom. The sound of running water followed.

“You bitch! How dare you seduce Windsor! I’m going to kill you!” Hannah lunged forward, grabbing Sophia’s hair and slapping her. With a loud crack, Sophia retaliated with a powerful kick. Hannah, her leg already injured, fell backward. Atlas rushed to her side. Sophia, seeing Hannah was vulnerable, grabbed her hair again and slapped her, drawing blood.

Everyone was stunned. Sophia, her voice dripping with scorn, said, “What’s the matter? Does it hurt now? You taught me to lure men. You forced me into that marriage. You supported Odalys replacing me. You treated us like dogs. You pressured Henry to strengthen the company, fearing failure would embarrass you. Now you’re playing the victim. Do you know why I’m like this? You think I’m just a slut? You say you love me, but when he raped me, where were you?”

Silence fell over the study.

“Get out! Now!” Hannah yelled, struggling to leave with Atlas’s support. Henry and Caspian watched Sophia, their gazes piercing.

“When did you and Windsor get together?” Caspian asked.

11:50 PM

Chapter 364 (This repetition suggests further editing is needed in the original source material to properly sequence the chapters.)

Caspian’s gaze was dark and unreadable as he looked at Sophia. He didn’t want to get involved, but his expression was intense.

I have made numerous corrections for grammar, punctuation, and spelling. The original text had many inconsistencies and errors. Please note that some phrasing is still slightly awkward due to the nature of the source material, which seems to be from a novel or fanfiction. The abrupt shift between Chapter 364 and Chapter 25-1 needs clarification from the original source.