Chapter 98

Chapter 98

He hesitated, “You heard about what happened in the company?”

“Yeah, just found out today.” I tried to shrug it off casually but realized I didn’t have the strength to do that. “So, you’re not going to change your decision, are you?”

How could he bear to put Margaret back in the line of fire?

As expected, his expression turned cold. “Margaret’s pregnancy is fragile. She can’t handle stress. But don’t worry. Once she’s better, I won’t let you get wronged again.”

Hearing that felt like getting my heart frozen over. I fought back the urge to cry, disappointed. “What if I was pregnant, too? What if my situation was even worse?”

Every second I stood there, I could feel the dull pain in my lower abdomen, the dampness below. But my husband told me his love couldn’t handle stress, so I had to suffer.

Did it mean I was born to be wronged, huh?

Bryant stiffened, then let out a bitter laugh. “Why are you acting just as childish as she is? I was stunned. “What?”

Bryant said, “Except for your safe periods, when did we not use protection? You can’t be pregnant.”

Suddenly, a chill swept over me, making my bones feel icy. My heart trembled, and my voice was hoarse. “You never thought about us having a child?”

He frowned, “Did you want children…”

“Stop.” I suddenly couldn’t control my emotions, cutting him off coldly. “You said you were free. Let’s get the paperwork done this afternoon.”

Bryant’s face darkened instantly. “I don’t have time.”

“Not today, then tomorrow.” I pressed my lips together, speaking deliberately, “Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll wait for you at the town hall’s entrance.”

“Then let’s make it noon. If we’re parting, at least let’s have a breakup lunch,” Bryant said, looking down.

I was on the verge of tears, shaking my head. “People who are separating shouldn’t leave too many memories.”

With that, the elevator doors opened. I dared not look at Bryant again and stepped into the

elevator.

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Chapter 98

The next afternoon, Christine saw me getting ready to leave. “You’re going out? Didn’t the doctor say you need rest?”

“I’m going to get a divorce.” The temperature dropped sharply. I wore a white cashmere coat, but my lips still looked bloodless. “The sooner I get this done, the less I’ll be affected emotionally. The doctor said being happy is important.”

Besides, it was just a short drive there and back, hardly two miles. It was not much different from resting.

She was worried. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, thanks.” I wanted to go alone.

Sadly, when we got married, Bryant didn’t show up. It was Timothy who arranged for someone to handle it. This time, going through the divorce process, we could finally enter the town hall together for once. There was no happy gathering, but there should be a good parting.

Bryant was already waiting at the entrance when I arrived at the town hall. The weather was terrible, an uncommon heavy, rain for autumn.

He walked over to my car with an umbrella, helping me out and carefully warning me, “Take it slow. Watch out for puddles.”

“Okay.” The air was damp and cold. When I got off, I shivered and looked up at him, “Let’s go in.”

The ground was slippery and maybe he was afraid I would fall. His arm firmly around my shoulder, just like he’d done for our whole three years of marriage.

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I felt a bit melancholy. We

each other as husband and wife, but once we stepped out of this door, we’d be strangers.

As we walked in, a cheerful staff member approached us. “Here to pick up the marriage certificate? You two must love each other, coming

out in this heavy rain to get married.”

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