NovelAppChapter 51 The air felt as if it had solidified, and my heart dangled in suspense.
I was still hoping, foolishly, for him to say something, anything, that might make sense of it all.
After a tense moment, the only thing that cmy way was a cold, hard question, “You're in such a hurry to get a divorce?" The weight of my emotions was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I looked up at the glaring light in the living room, blinked away the tears, and despite the turmoil inside, my words cout cruel.
"Can't wait." I needed it to be over before the pregnancy becobvious.
With my child's future on the line was a risk I couldn't afford.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBehind me, Bryant said nothing more. His answer was the sharp sound of the door closing.
I felt as if all my strength had been drained as I slid down against the shoe cabinet, staring blankly at the ceiling.
My heart felt empty, a dull ache spreading uncontrollably through it.
That night, unusually, I wasn't plagued by sickness and lay awake, tossing and turning.
The autumn wind howled all night, as if trying to penetrate my very being, leavingsoaked with a chill.
I guess I could accept that he didn't love me, and even that he marriedbecause of his grandfather's arrangements..
But what I couldn't accept was that my cherished three-year marriage was nothing but a reluctant sacrifice he made for someone else.
How foolish I was, filled with joy, thinking I had landed myself a true gem.
The next day, I was barely awake when Christine called, asking how my foot was and if I needed to take a day off.
I got out of bed to test it, feeling mostly fine.
Although not completely back to normal, it wasn't really affecting my walking.
She said she would pickup in twenty minutes, not givinga chance to refuse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm1/2 Chapter 51 When I went downstairs, my Panamera was parked right at the building's entrance. Christine rolled down the window, eyeing my foot suspiciously, "Sure you're alright?" "Nothing serious, Mark gotsreally effective medicine yesterday." As I spoke, I got into the passenger seat.
Christine raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and started the car, clicking her tongue, "Imagine if the guy you had a crush on was Mark, how happy you'd bel "As ifliking someone means they'd likeback," I replied, not knowing what to feel.
"You never know." Suddenly, Christine seemed to hit on something deep, "What if, back then, the one who took you to the infirmary and brought you food was actually Mark? Would you have fallen for him just like you did for Bryant?" I chuckled, "There are no 'what ifs' in life." "But what if there was? Christine persisted. "Just tell me, would you?"
Looking out of the car window at the bustling crowd, I thought for a m moment, then shook my head, "I don't know." Whether it's liking or loving someone; it's all about a moment's feeling.
If Mark had been the one to taketo the infirmary that day and thad opened my eyes to see him bathed in sunlight. Maybe, just maybe, I would have fallen for him, But there are no 'what ifs. I saw Bryant, and from then on, there was only Bryant for me.
"Fate, huh?" Christine, unusually philosophical, mused, “It really does like to play tricks on people.” "Enough about me, how are things going with you and Steven?"
"From a one-night stand," Christine played coy for a moment, then burst moment, into laughter, vadiant and stunning, E 'to several more nights of fun." 2/2 X
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