"Do you believe her?" I pressed on, though the real question I wanted to ask was buried far deeper. I had seen the craziness of both Jones and Damon in my past life.
What I feared most was that Jones had so dark secret with Catherine because of . that was the case, I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Jones moved closer to ; his gaze lowered onto mine. His skin was pale and flawless, his features cool and refined. There was a deep gentleness in his eyes that seed genuine. His voice was low yet soothing, "Why would I believe her? I only believe in you. So can you stop pushing away?" At that mont, little Brandon in his arms let out a giggle; his baby voice sounded incredibly cute.
"It seems he agrees. What about Serena?" Jones turned his head to Serena in my arms.
He was deliberately changing the subject, not wishing to hear my response.
Serena was behaving at that mont. It seed that after being held by Damon for a while, her needs were satisfied. She was in a good mood, gnawing on her little hand and occasionally letting out a giggle.
"Let’s talk about it later." My mind was in a whirl, unable to think about these things, so I casually replied.
But my casual remark seed to relieve Jones; the usually cold and aloof man now resembled a nervous little boy. The calm facade he was trying to maintain crumbled, revealing a more relaxed expression.
"Okay." He bent down to give Brandon a kiss.
Three days later, I got a call from Luna.
I thought that after Ariana’s dismissal, she and Mitch could have an honest conversation and give Mitch another chance. But to my surprise, she was saying goodbye. "Mitch and I have decided to divorce. After the paperwork, I’m taking the children back to the city."
"What?" I was taken aback, unable to comprehend, "Divorce? Mitch agreed to divorce?"
"Yes, we talked for a couple of days and decided it’s best not to continue. There’s a thorn in our hearts that leads to fights. There’s no point." Luna’s tone was seemingly relaxed, but I knew she was suffering. She had invested so much into this marriage.
"Luna, Mitch didn’t sleep with Ariana, nor did they have a clear affair. Are you sure about this?" I tried to persuade her, knowing how precious marriage was. Unless there was a fundantal issue, one should think twice.
Luna gave a bitter laugh. "Eliana, I’m not you; I can’t tolerate it."
I fell silent. When I was with Damon and was facing his endless scandals, I never thought of divorce. Even when Luna advised to have so dignity, I couldn’t do it.
After all these years, I hadn’t changed. Deep down, I wasn’t as independent as I seed. Emotionally, I was always dependent on others.
But Luna was different. She couldn’t tolerate the slightest sand in her eyes. If Mitch did sothing to upset her, he would have to pay the price. And Mitch’s price was a broken family.
"Okay, Luna. As long as you feel happy, that’s all that matters. Whatever decision you make, I’ll support you." I refrained from saying anything else. Just like how Luna had supported my decisions, I chose to support her.
After a while, Luna hung up the phone. She and Mitch would return to the city in a few days to handle the divorce, and divide up their assets. When I told Alicia and Barbara the news, their reaction was similar to mine. But in the end, they chose to support Luna.
Sotis when trust was lost, it was replaced with endless suspicion. Forcing to continue would only bring back the pain. Regardless, Luna and Mitch’s love story and marriage left with a sense of regret.
That’s when I received a ssage from Luna. [By the way, Mitch and I plan to have a farewell dinner before we leave. Can you join us? I fear I can’t handle it alone.]
I paused for a few seconds before replying. [Okay.]
Luna and Mitch’s farewell dinner was set in an Italian restaurant. If I rember correctly, Luna really enjoyed the cuisine. I used to accompany her for Italian als.
When I arrived, they were already waiting for . A baby stroller was placed next to Luna, and little Yara was sleeping inside.
"Eliana, you’re here!" Luna’s face lit up at my arrival
Mitch gave a glance but didn’t say anything. His gaze lingered on Yara and occasionally shifted to Luna.
I could see the reluctance in his eyes for Luna and their children. I didn’t understand how they agreed to divorce.
As Luna and I sat on one side, Mitch sat alone on the other. I thought it would be just the three of us, but then Damon appeared. He looked slightly surprised when he saw ,
"Damon." Mitch waved at Damon.
Damon walked over and sat down next to Mitch.
We were sitting face to face. The mont our eyes t, I felt a bit awkward.
Damon casually shifted his gaze and asked in a deep voice, "You two have really decided to divorce?"
"Yes, we have. We’ve discussed it". Luna answered crisply, without any hesitation.
Mitch, however, didn’t say a word, just kept drinking his water, not looking at anyone.
I had a hunch. He didn’t want a divorce. He just couldn’t convince Luna to forgive him.
"What about you?" Damon threw the question at Mitch, with a pressure that demanded an answer.
"1..." Mitch hesitated, finally raising his gaze to et Luna’s before quickly averting his eyes, "I don’t know."
This idiot!
I was at a loss for words. If he didn’t want a divorce, he should express his determination.
Mitch used to be so confident when flirting with girls, but now he couldn’t even find the words to speak.
Luna’s eyes dimd noticeably upon hearing Mitch’s response. She turned to gaze at Yara in her stroller, her thoughts unreadable.
"You don’t know about this?" Damon seed equally irked by Mitch’s foolishness. He frowned, "What’s the purpose of inviting here today?"
Damon rarely spoke to Mitch in such a tone, akin to a boss questioning a subordinate. Though his voice was not raised, it was filled with sternness. Mitch’s face crumpled, a battle of emotions evident. After mulling over it for a while, he finally whispered, "I don’t want a divorce."
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