Michael felt a wave of disappointment wash over him but realized, with sudden clarity, that while Fiona was Laceyâs sister, she didnât have Laceyâs strength, her decisiveness.
âThen I wonât say any more. Pack your things and go home with him.â Michael stood up and walked past them.
Fionaâs heart skipped a beat. Was she wrong?
âCome on, Fiona, letâs go home,â her husband said.
Michaelâs solitary figure, heading upstairs, seemed more alone than ever, a quiet dissatisfaction settling over him.
But Fiona couldnât understand.
All she felt was pity for Michael, alone in his solitude.
In the following days, Fiona visited Michael often, sometimes helping him clean, sometimes bringing her son over for a meal, chatting about everything and nothing.
Before, Fiona and Michael had exchanged nothing more than casual greetings.
Now, she understood what he had meant when he said he was her family.
The second time Fionaâs husband cheated, he claimed he was working overtime and didnât come home.
Fiona, suspicious, brought him dinner, only to find his office empty.
Frustrated, she asked Michael to look into it, and he soon uncovered that her husband had already booked a room at the Olive Hotel before leaving work.
Standing outside the office building, Fiona broke down, crying into her phone. Michael listened in silence, offering no comfort.
After all, it was her personal life.
Every chapter lives on g a lno vels ; comm Once the tears stopped, Michaelâs voice was calm, distant. âIâll help you find a divorce lawyer.â
âMichael, do I really have to divorce him? What if heâs just avoiding coming home and isnât with anyone else?â
âIf thatâs the case, then I have nothing more to say,â Michael interrupted, his tone firm. âYou need to decide for yourself what your life will look like.â And with that, the conversation ended.
In Fionaâs memory, this was the first time Michael had hung up on her.
What was he angry about?
She thought perhaps it was because Michael was frustrated with her for hesitating, for being soft-hearted again.
He genuinely wanted the best for her, and she couldnât keep disappointing him. So, with newfound determination, Fiona called Michael back, her voice steady. âMichael, please help me find a divorce lawyer.â
Michael wasted no time. Within hours, the lawyer with the highest success rate in divorce cases in the country reached out to Fiona.
The lawyer advised Fiona to remain composed. Since she had made the decision to divorce, she needed to gather evidence to ensure she secured more assets and custody of the child.
Fionaâs voice trembled as she asked, âDo I really have to get a divorce?â The lawyer hesitated, then spoke gently. âIf youâre unsure, take some time to think it over. Iâll speak to Michael.â
Fiona immediately felt the weight of the decision. If Michael found out, he would likely be upset again.
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