Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 315

Abel's parents looked panicked. "Don't say such things," they warned.

"You said if | didn't agree, you'd immediately tell everyone about the disgusting things Abel did. How could | say

no?" Bonnie shouted angrily.

Yasmine finally understood why Bonnie declared Abel unworthy of being a teacher from the top of the school

building. But knowing her story doesn't justify hurting others. What she really cared about was whether Bonnie

would be honest about Irene. This has becthe most significant farce, especially compared to Bonnie's

aggressive stance just days ago. The most unexpected twist is that the original victim is now seen as the worst

villain, while the initial villain looks like the pitiable victim. Yasmine was at a loss for words, watching helplessly

as people scrambled over Abel to get to Bonnie, while Abel struggled to hold his ground.

Bonnie stood unsteadily, cradling the child behind her, and it was hard not to feel a bit sorry for her. It seemed

like everyone had forgotten her past deeds.

Abel's mother slapped him twice, her voice sharp with anger, and said, "Get a grip! Do you even know what time

it is? Why are you still defending that woman? She's your wife now, so she should act accordingly."

Abel's mother fumed, "Sure, you made mistakes back then, but you've been more than forgiving since getting

married. She went and had a child with another man, and we've been taking care of this child for no reason. How

much longer do we have to pay for this?" Bonnie felt a nerve struck by those words. She snapped her gaze to the

obnoxious woman in the crowd. "No, absolutely not. Your family can never settle, this debt. If | weren't from a

rural area, if my parents didn't care about idle gossip, do you think | would have agreed to marry such a beast?"

Bonnie continued, "You knew Blake and | were talking about marriage, but you had to interfere, splitting us apart

and making our lives miserable. Every day of that marriage was unbearable-can you repay that? Maybe you

should try being assaulted and then marry your attacker. See how that feels."

The woman's face flushed with embarrassment, her initial anger turning inward. She pointed a finger at Bonnie

and yelled, "Shameless! Is this the place for such vile words? And in front of so many students, no less!"

Recognizing the situation was spiraling, a few of Bonnie's relatives decided it was tto intervene and get her

out of there. They couldn't afford to create such a scene at Abel's workplace.

Yasmine pulled out her phone and sent a quick message. Shortly after, Carter hurried over, with a few security

guards following closely behind.

Carter casually pointed, and the security guards quickly blocked Abel's parents and relatives. Surveying the

surroundings, he asked, "Isn't anyone attending class? All ready for exams, are we? Back to class, everyone," the

president instructed.

The students didn't dare disobey him, and soon, only a few people remained in front of the building. Yasmine

stood among them, staying put since Carter hadn't told her to leave.

Carter first calmed Abel's parents, suggesting they send the extra relatives away. Then, they all went to the

president's office to clarify the situation.

Abel's parents held Carter in high regard, especially considering he was their son's head. After promptly sending

off the relatives, they followed him to the office.

The office was abuzz with chatter. Carter had to listen carefully to understand the situation. Once he did, his

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turned complex as he looked at Yasmine. Picking up on his cue, Yasmine quietly stepped out with her phone.

Despite whatever Abel's parents said, Bonnie remained silent. She smiled at Carter, yet her occasional glances

at Abel were filled with clear malice.

"Abel, are the things Bonnie mentioned true?" Carter asked, slightly frowning.

Abel didn't hold back and nodded, "It's entirely my fault; it has nothing to do with Bonnie."

"I believe this issue has broken the law," Carter said calmly. "If Bonnie agrees, we should report it to the police.

Naturally, the school won't tolerate such behavior from a teacher, so Abel will be dismissed."

Abel's parents were left speechless by Carter's words. They hadn't expected the situation to have such severe

consequences.

"President, this is all just a misunderstanding. My son hasn't done anything wrong. They're legally married, not

what you're accusing him of," Abel's mother pleaded.

Yasmine cut in at just the right moment, "Ma'am, | feel | must tell you that using violence or any other coercive

means on a woman is considered rape. Plus, weren't Abel and Bonnie unmarried when this happened?" The

woman quickly turned her anger to Yasmine, pointing accusingly, "I know you. You're the one that brat set up,

yet here you are defending her. Stop talking nonsense; my son isn't a criminal," she insisted.

Bonnie appeared taken aback that Yasmine was speaking up for her. She opened her mouth as if to say

something but stayed quiet.

After a moment of reflection, Abel exhaled as if releasing a heavyweight, "Let's call the police. It will be freeing

not just for Bonnie, but fortoo."

It's been three years since everything happened, and every the opens his eyes and sees Bonnie, he's

reminded of those resentful eyes.

Even though he knew Bonnie would never actually harm him, he couldn't shake the fear of that sword hanging

over his head. Moreover, the overwhelming guilt continued to torment him, making him feel despair as if dying.

For the past three years, he'd lingered outside the police station countless times, contemplating a confession,

but he never mustered the courage to walk in. He couldn't bear the thought of losing the happiness he found

after making such great efforts to finally marry the woman he loved.

Yasmine suddenly turned to Bonnie, "Should we call the police?

Bonnie fixed Abel with a steely gaze, her eyes still simmering with unresolved anger. But she seemed to deflate

as she spoke, "Never mind. | know he's been a nervous wreck these past few years, especially since the divorce.

I've put him through the wringer, even though it never felt quite enough. But I'm done with the idea of calling

the cops."

She turned sharply to the older couple, "But there's no way I'm giving the house back. That's what Abel owes

me. He deserves this. And all that money, too-he owesthat, as well.

Hearing that their son wouldn't be going to jail, but the house wouldn't be returned, left Abel's parents unsure

whether to feel relieved or upset.

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