Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 564

**TITLE: The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 564**
**CONTENT: Chapter 564 Divorce**

Outside the grand Sinclair family villa, the morning air was crisp, filled with the promise of a new day. A sleek black car glided to a halt at the ornate gates, its engine purring softly. But the tranquility was shattered when the passenger door swung open, and a woman was unceremoniously thrust onto the ground. The vehicle, a shadowy specter, sped away, leaving nothing but dust in its wake.

As the sun began its ascent, casting gentle rays over the estate, the butler stepped outside, intent on retrieving the morning newspaper. However, what met his eyes was a sight that sent a chill down his spine. There, at the entrance, lay Vivian—disheveled and broken. If not for the familiar silhouette and the remnants of her once-stylish attire, he would have struggled to recognize the former matriarch of the Sinclair household.

With urgency, he summoned the servants, instructing them to carry Vivian inside. The air was thick with unspoken concern as they maneuvered her through the opulent hallways, the echoes of her past elegance haunting every corner.

Meanwhile, Chloe, who had been anxiously pacing in the living room, caught sight of her mother’s state. Panic surged through her veins. “Mother!” she exclaimed, rushing over as the servants laid Vivian gently onto the couch. “We need to clean you up. You can’t stay like this.”

With swift hands, Chloe directed the servants to assist Vivian, who was still lost in a fog of confusion. It took hours, but finally, as the sun climbed higher in the sky, Vivian stirred from her restless slumber. She rubbed her throbbing forehead, her mind racing as she took in the familiar yet foreign surroundings of her own home.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Chloe entered, cradling a bowl of steaming porridge. Relief washed over her as she noticed her mother’s eyes flicker open. “Mom, you’re awake!” she exclaimed, placing the bowl on the table with a gentle thud. She rushed to her side, concern etched across her features. “Are you feeling any better? Does anything hurt? Did that vile Lillian do something to you?”

Vivian’s memories from the previous day surged back like a tidal wave. Panic gripped her heart as she scrambled to piece together the events. “How did I end up back here? Was it your father who brought me?” she asked, her voice laced with urgency.

Chloe settled on the edge of the bed, her expression somber. “No, Mom. The butler found you at the door this morning. Grandpa fainted last night and was taken to the hospital. Dad and Grandma haven’t returned yet.”

A wave of alarm washed over Vivian. She bolted upright, her thoughts racing. “I need to see him,” she said, her voice trembling as she rummaged through the closet, desperate to find something suitable to wear.

Vivian stood paralyzed in the hallway, her heart racing as she watched him retreat. She turned to Henry, her expression pleading, searching for any glimmer of understanding.

Beth, without a word, turned on her heel and exited quietly, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

Henry, however, sank onto the sofa, an unusual calm enveloping him. From his pocket, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes, his hands trembling as he struggled to light one. After two failed attempts, he finally succeeded, inhaling deeply and releasing a cloud of smoke into the air. “Let’s get straight to the point,” he said, his voice steady yet filled with a heaviness that weighed on both of them. “Let’s divorce. I’ll ensure you receive everything you deserve, not a single penny less. Leave the Sinclair family behind and pursue the life you want. If you can’t bear to part with Chloe, take her with you. She’s grown up now, with her own mind. I have no right to interfere.”

Tears welled in Vivian’s eyes, spilling over as she rushed to him, her heart breaking. “Henry, please—don’t do this!” she sobbed, desperation lacing her words. “Just yesterday, you said we’d start fresh, that we’d build a life together again. Yes, I made mistakes—I lost my way. But please, forgive me. Let’s begin anew, I’m begging you!”