It was Jessieâs bouquet.
Sheâd tossed it aside carelessly, and he picked it up.
He handled it delicately, as if Jessieâs touch still lingered.
Outside the window, another plane soared off into the horizon.
Albert pulled a cigarette from his pocket, hands trembling as he lit ate Taking a drag, he gazed out the window with his intense eyes.
The bodyguardâs voice came from the door.
âMrs.
Waston, you canât enter.
Mr.
Waston needs some time alone.
â
But Daisy barged in regardless.
Albert spun around, locking eyes with her and her swollen belly.
Daisy glared back, fuming, âAlbert, you think I donât know youâre here pining over that little whore again, huh?â
Her words stung.
The bodyguard hesitated, âMr.
Waston?â
Albert took a slow drag on his cigarette, motioning for the bodyguard to leave.
Once the door shut, Daisy threw dignity to the wind, wrecking everything in the suite.
She yelled, not holding back, âYou may not have seen her off, but your heartâs gone with her, hasnât it? Whatâs so special about her, Albert? Sheâs just a naive girl.
Itâs your money sheâs after, isnât it? You could buy a dozen of her kind with your money.
â
Albert paid no mind to her rampage.
But Daisy painted Jessie in a bad light.
Albert couldnât hold back, grabbing Daisy by the collar and push
ng her towards the French window.
His veins bulged on his forehead as he tightened his grip.
Leaning in, he demanded, âWhat about you? At least Iâm not cheating on my spouse! I bet youâve been busy with your lover.
â
Daisy sobbed.
âThatâs because you wonât touch me.
â
After a while into their marriage, Daisy realized it wasnât that Albert couldnât perform but he simply didnât want her at all.
Daisy put on a gentle smile.
âWhen you were all over that Jessie woman, you were willing to spend your energy, huh? Albert, our marriage is just a facade.
Can you blame me for seeking some solace?â
âA facade? Then letâs divorce.
â
Daisy fell silent, eyes locked on the man before her.
She sensed his seriousness.
He truly wanted out.
Besides harboring feelings for someone else, there was another reason he couldnât stand her anymore.
But she wasnât always like this.
When they wed, she was pure and sweet.
It was him who drove her to this madness and ruined her.
Daisy burst into laughter as tears of devastation streamed down her cheeks.
In a low voice, she murmured, âAlbert, I wonât divorce you.
You wonât ditch me for her.
I wonât let you go for the rest of my life.
â
Albert brushed her off.
âWhatever!â