Silence hung between them, thick and suffocating. Catrin's hands trembled as she struggled to process his words, but Idris remained unwavering.
It was like even though he had asked her just now, he had long decided about it. He was just relaying his intention to her now.
When Catrin thought he had been thinking all these days, she couldn't help but feel betrayed.
She had never thought that one such day as today would co when she
Scoffing with clear disappointnt, she glared sharply at Idris. "Divorce!" she repeated. "You want to divorce , Idris? Really? Do you think I will accept it just because you say so?"
"..." Idris didn't respond. As he had said, he had given her the choice to make. He wouldn't intervene.
"Idris, marriage is not sothing easy. We have co along all this way and now you are proposing a divorce, what are you even thinking?" Catrin was never to beg. But at this mont, she was no longer thinking of anything. What stood as a priority was her marriage —one that she never deed rightful from the beginning, but had co to accept over ti.
Now that she had accepted, there was no way she was going to accept anything else.
On the other hand, when Idris heard her ntion the marriage as sothing so sacred, he could hold back a humorless chuckle.
His chuckle like that stunned Catrin for a second, as she stared at him in quiet confusion.
Idris glanced at her before asking in a surprised tone. "So, you know that marriage is not sothing easy? That it holds a value that couldn't be belittled?"
Catrin didn't understand what he ant. She furrowed her brows in deep puzzlent before asking, "What are you intending to say, Idris? I never undervalued you. I always respected you as my husband, didn't I?"
Without even thinking for a second longer, Idris shook his head. "You didn't respect as your husband, Catrin," he said, continuing. "You respected as your business partner. And right now, I am not even thinking about whether you respected or not. What I am thinking is that you sound like you are soone who respects and values marriage."
"Of course, I respect and value marriage. If not —"
Before she could finish, Idris interjected in a really cold tone.
"If you really, then how co you don't respect Arwen's marriage? You value the marriage that you never respected, but devalue the one that Arwen seems to be respecting from the very beginning. Do you really value it, Catrin?"
Catrin frowned. Her fingers clenched as fought hard to keep her calm, but still, in the end, she couldn't hold herself back. "That's because I know Arwen's marriage is wrong."
"Her marriage is not wrong."
Idris snapped, smacking his hand on the desk. It made Catrin flinch. She had never seen Idris lose his control like that before. It made her shiver.
"If that marriage was Arwen's choice, it's not wrong. Did I not make this clear last ti!"
Catrin wanted to argue, but given that Idris's behaviour was already scaring her, she thought it was not the right ti to argue.
In the end, she simply said, "Idris, our perceptions vary there. I just want to tell you that there is no way I am agreeing to divorce."
Idris seed to have expected it. So, when he heard her say that, he simply nodded. "Then that's decided, we will pretend in front of everyone to stay together, until one of us is dead one day."
"Idris!"
"You chose it yourself, Catrin. I made it clear at the very beginning. There is no nding of sothing you destroyed with your own hands," he said and pulled the chair before taking down his seat. "If I have made myself clear, you can leave first. I still have a few files to look into."
Catrin had no other choice but to leave.
Just after she exited, Idris's secretary entered only to rush to his boss's side.
As he had expected, his boss's face was paler than usual, contorted with evident pain.
"Sir, are you alright?" he asked with concern laced in his voice. His hand already fidgeting with the drawer, pulling it open to retrieve the bottle of pills inside. "Here, have these first."
Idris didn't question. He simply took the pills and swallowed it with water.
"Are you feeling better now?" he asked.
Idris nodded. "Yes, don't worry. It's a minor ache. It must not be that serious."
However, his secretary frowned. "Sir, the doctor has clearly told you to maintain your calm. Even a little aggression can weaken your state. Last ti might be a false alarm, but your condition is serious."
Recently, after so much has happened, Idris's health has taken a greater toll. He might look healthy on the surface but, it's just been a few days since he last discharged from the hospital. No one knew about it except his secretary.
Since he has been either returning later or not at all returning ho, even Catrin didn't bother to find out.
"It's fine. I will get better now that I have taken the dicines," Idris said, but the secretary seed skeptical.
He stared at his boss before asking, "Sir, should we inform, Madam?"
Idris shook his head. "No need," he said imdiately. "She is busy with work. Don't disturb her."
In the end, the secretary could only nod.
***
anwhile, in New York —
All the planned preparations were made.
Emyr knocked at Aiden's door and entered hearing him allow. "Sir, we are ready," he said, sounding confident.
It had taken weeks to settle everything and finally, it was ti. They were waiting just for the last order —the order that would be making many people regret soon.
Aiden didn't react imdiately. He was reading a docunt. Finishing it, he carefully signed his na at the bottom before closing it and looking up at Emyr.
Nodding, he simply said, "Okay, proceed!"
And that instant made blood of excitent rush in Emyr's veins. Nodding politely, he bowed, before leaving to room.
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