He was standing by the bed, hands stuffed into his pockets, his handso but aloof face seed especially eye-catching under the light. He was quietly staring at . After a while, he said, "I don’t know." I was stunned, then I started laughing uncontrollably. My laughter echoed in the bedroom. Gradually, I felt the corners of my eyes getting wet and breathing beca a bit difficult. I thought it was hilarious I wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, then looked up at him, "I really didn’t expect that answer from you. Suitor, slave wife in na, a tool for a business marriage... I have so many roles, and you couldn’t think of a single one? Damon, you’re really selfish. If you don’t love , let go, then you can pursue the woman you truly love. Even without the support of my family, your status won’t be affected. I’ve loved you for ten years. Those should have been the best years of a woman’s life. Even if you don’t love , you should let leave with dignity. Why is your heart so cold? Why do you have to push into a corner?" I got more and more emotional as I spoke. Ever since I was reborn, I’ve been trying to calm myself down. I wanted to get out of this hopeless marriage as soon as possible, not wanting to get hurt anymore. But I couldn’t even manage to leave. I could only watch as things got worse. I felt like a total loser. I abruptly grabbed a book from the bedside table and hurled it at Damon’s face. He didn’t dodge, his face just darkened, as if he was repressing his anger. I then grabbed a pillow and started beating him up on the bed, cursing non-stop, "Damon, you’re an asshole! You’ll get what’s coming to you! You’ve been worried about Ariel’s dad’s illness these days, haven’t you? You left at your ho for days. Did you even rember to pick up? If you’re so into Ariel, why are you wasting my ti?! Divorce!! I want a divorce!!" I was in a hysterical state, just like in my past life.
Only then, I was desperately trying to hold onto Damon, refusing to agree to a divorce." Enough" Damon finally lost his patience. He snatched the pillow from my hand, threw it on the ground, his eyes filled with anger, "You really want a divorce? Then let’s divorce! I’ll have the divorce papers ready!" With that, he stord out of the bedroom. I did want a divorce, but when I heard Damon agree to it, I felt a piece of my heart go empty. That feeling of unwillingness surged again. I forced myself to calm down. Wasn’t this the purpose of my rebirth? To divorce gracefully, let him pursue what he wanted, and free myself. I took a deep breath, laid back down on the bed, and tried to clear my mind. The next day when I got to the hospital, Ariel’s dad’s room was empty. I thought they changed ward. Damon had always been quick on his feet. "Eliana, you don’t need to co see every day. There’s a dedicated caretaker here now. You don’t need to worry about ." My mom put down her phone and said when she saw walk in. "Whether I’m worried or not, I want to co see you. After all, you’re my mom." I sat down, holding her hand, wanting to tell her about my upcoming divorce, but didn’t know how to bring it up. She smiled and said, "What a good girl I have. It’d be even better if you could give a grandchild soon." Hearing this, I hesitated even more. If Damon and I divorced, I didn’t know when she could have a grandchild. I was also worried she’d try to persuade not to divorce. Although my parents didn’t have a good impression of Damon before, now that we’re married, they might still hope for to stick to the marriage. Older generations tend to have a more traditional understanding of marriage. They don’t really accept divorce as a solution. "Let’s just let nature take its course." I was about to bring up the divorce, but changed my words. "Your in-laws must also hope that you two have kids soon." She continued, "You and Damon are both only children, it’s kind of lonely. It’d be great if you could have two kids. If your in-laws and I get bored, each family can take care of one."
"Mom, are you treating my future kids as ti-killers?" I asked with a laugh. She happily said, " that’s how it is? When your grandma was bored at ho, I’d send you over to keep her company. She was really happy." We chatted casually in the hospital room, and soon we were talking about Monica again. I told her I had hired a private investigator to look into it. She was supportive. For abnormal people, we need to take abnormal asures. At noon, I left the hospital room. It was lunch ti for everyone else, so there were a lot of people at the elevator. I got squeezed into the corner. The elevator went down two floors. I heard a familiar voice, "Doctor, I’m counting on you for my father’s surgery. We’ve been really grateful for your care these past few days. If you have ti, I’d like to invite you to dinner" Ariel and Jones were standing a bit in front of , with a few people between us. She was fully engrossed in talking to Jones, not noticing in the corner. Jones, on the other hand, spotted right away and gave and I’m just doing what I’m supposed to. There’s no need to thank . Jones’s cold voice echoed in the elevator. "You’re the most responsible and ticulous doctor I’ve ever t, so I want to thank you’ Ariel was standing shoulder to shoulder with Jones. Because the elevator was too crowded, Ariel was tilting her head to look at Jones as she spoke.
"It’s not necessary. The person you should be thanking might not be ." Jones was still cold.
I was a bit puzzled. Wasn’t he supposed to be interested in Ariel? Why was he showing no reaction to her advances now?
While I was lost in my thoughts, the elevator stopped again and again, finally reaching the first floor. Ariel followed the crowd out of the elevator to the hospital cafeteria for lunch. Jones and I didn’t leave, but continued to the underground parking lot.
It was just the two of us left in the elevator. After we got to the underground parking level, he turned to and said, "What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you getting off?"
Only then did I snap out of it and realize he had been holding the door open button this whole ti.
"Thank you!" I hastily thanked him and walked out of the elevator. Jones was right behind .
"Fancy grabbing a bite?" Just as I was about to hop in my car, he sidles up next to , asking to join him for dinner, "Mitch and Cooper have reserved the seats. The food in that restaurant tastes good."
This was a surprise. Why wasn’t he dining with Ariel instead? Why was he inviting ?
Plus, I’m not tight with Mitch and Cooper. In their eyes, I’m the roadblock standing in Damon’s way to happiness. I’m the one who played the family connections card from the get–go, that was on .
I wasn’t up for it, so I turned his invitation down.
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