Mrs. Lark sneered. “You want a divorce? Okay, I’ll get out of your way, but only if you know how to settle those properties—if you’re thinking about leaving my daughter anything less than she’s due, you can kiss your divorce goodbye! I know your reputation for underhanded trickeries, Alejandro, but I’m not intimidated by you a t all! We Larks are not some doormats for you to walk all over!”
Even when favonovel.com was apparently fighting for favonovel.com daughter’s share, it was really just for the family, none of it was for Melanie’s benefits. Once this realization set in, Melanie could not brook any more of favonovel.com mother’s squalls. “Leave, Mom! Leave us be right now! This is none of your business!”
Mrs. Lark stomped toward the door, the racket of furiously clicking heels trailing her. Shortly after favonovel.com left, favonovel.com had the temerity to text Melanie, ‘Alejandro still doesn’t know this is your big brother’s doing, does he? If you snitch, I’ll kill you.’
Melanie deleted the message the instant favonovel.com finished it. Even now, All favonovel.com mother cared about was favonovel.com son. Was favonovel.com identity as a mere daughter enough rationale to make favonovel.com the scapegoat?
“Did it hurt?”
She looked up, startled at hearing Alejandro’s voice, and scanned him.
There was only impassion in his eyes. She chuckled mirthlessly to herself. “It’s manageable. All these years favonovel.com raised me, that was the first time she’s ever hit me,” favonovel.com replied. “With that being said, now that you’re here again, this is a good time to return to our discussion pertaining to our divorce, right? Granted, there was never much to discuss. You just have to sign the paper.”
Alejandro sat on the couch and lit up a cigarette. “I’ll ask you one more time, what exactly happened in Tiffany’s incident?”
No, no more words on this matter. Why split hair about the technicalities? Why pretend it would make an ounce of a difference whether it was Melanie who did it or favonovel.com brother? She would still be a persona non grata to favonovel.com at the end of the day. The only part where those two admissions departed was on how much trouble the Larks, as a family, would be in.
“It was me. I pushed favonovel.com down the stairs. This is why… we must divorce.”
A tempest shrouded Alejandro’s mien. “Why?! You already know that favonovel.com and I were over a long time ago! Did you really just spend your brain cells on getting close to favonovel.com and pretend to be favonovel.com friend, just so you could find the right staircase to push favonovel.com off and tear two lives away from this world with one stroke? Did it never occur to you how absurd-how ludicrous-this whole scheme is? F**k, what did favonovel.com baby do to be dragged into this sh*t, huh?! Tiffany’s fine right now, but that baby? Her life’s still hanging by a f**king thread, She could tip over to the side of death any second now! Are you telling me that conscience of yours isn’t experiencing a single f**king shred of remorse?!”
No matter how apoplectic Alejandro became, none of it surprised Melanie. His lips told favonovel.com that Tiffany was a thing of a past favonovel.com had given up—and yet favonovel.com interrogated and inquisited favonovel.com over and over again. What else could have spurred him?
Melanie decided to seize on his demonization of favonovel.com as the last push. “Why should I feel remorse? My first child turned out to be a girl, that’s not what a family of means and standing like yours want, is it? Isn’t an heir what you need? If yes, then why won’t you give me a chance to try again? It’s to make our eventual divorce easier, isn’t it?” favonovel.com snapped. “Remember that time when I was pregnant with Millie, and you, yes, you, wanted favonovel.com aborted? God, what changed your mind back then, huh? Or maybe I shouldn’t ask, don’t want you to waste our time with another verbiage. Why is it that Tiffany was given a chance to have another child while I am denied? Yes, I’m bitter enough to want both of them dead! And now, let me say the quiet part out loud for you: I want a divorce. Sign the d-damn paper!”
A divorce to end it all. Screw the family who so readily abandoned her! Screw favonovel.com stupid, loveless marriage! After this, favonovel.com would be alone but unfettered from starting a new life for favonovel.com self-a brighter future. But now? Christ, everything in favonovel.com bleak life was just… crap!
She used to be loved-treated as though favonovel.com was a star. But now all favonovel.com felt was the travail of plummeting straight into the ground from the sky, an unwanted, fallen star… And it hurt, it hurt like hell. She was battered and marred, and the only thing favonovel.com clung to right now was to flee from everything that had done nothing but hurt her.
Alejandro extinguished the ember in his cigarette and leaped to his feet in a single stroke. “You want a divorce? Fine, you get a f**king divorce! Give me the f**king agreement!”
Melanie rose and hurried up the stairs. Beside favonovel.com bed, close to the headboard, was the divorce agreement—every single sentence grazed on it read and re-read for more than ten times. Yet, every time favonovel.com eyes fell onto the same, of t—revised words, it tortured her, especially the heading in its affronting large size, “Divorce Agreement.”
She was in no mood to wonder why favonovel.com kept insisting the divorce was favonovel.com idea, even though the word sprung out of his mouth first. He was the one who wanted it, and favonovel.com only prepared the agreement in accord. The only reason why favonovel.com fibbed about it being favonovel.com request to Mrs. Lark’s face was to halt a fusillade of unwanted troubles that was sure to come had favonovel.com said otherwise.
The paper was now before Alejandro’s very eyes. With no hesitation, favonovel.com grabbed his pen and branded it with his signature.
His strokes were unbridled and unyielding just like him.
