Chapter 840: Chapter 840

“Enough, Michael! Why keep punishing yourself? What’s wrong with living for yourself just once? So what if you have feelings for someone else? Do you really think that, even if Lacey were still here, you two would have ended up together? Michael, don’t romanticize a path that was never meant to be. While Lacey was alive, you did everything you could for her. Your relationship with Lacey had already reached its natural conclusion, don’t you think?”

Michael’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. Everyone could offer him these comforting words, but he couldn’t let himself believe them. How could he ever live up to the depth of Lacey’s love for him?

“Enough.” Taking a slow, steadying inhale, Michael forced himself to regain his composure, a flicker of resolve in his eyes. “I won’t waver again.”

Adrian had spent so much time trying to convince Michael, but all his efforts seemed to have led to this inevitable conclusion.

“Michael.”

“Let’s leave it here. This is the best ending.”

When Fiona received a call from Crowell, she felt a wave of hesitation wash over her. But then she reminded herself—wasn’t marriage about enduring the uncomfortable moments, pushing through for the sake of life itself? After all, why else would people stress about keeping family matters private? It was understood that every family had its own share of troubles.

But it wasn’t too late to turn a new page, and Fiona needed to gauge Crowell’s attitude before she could even consider a divorce.

After changing her clothes, Fiona called her son over. “Mom’s only staying with your dad for your sake. If it weren’t for you, I would have left long ago.” Her son, too young to grasp the full weight of her words, blinked up at her, his innocence clear. “Mom, don’t leave Dad.”

“Alright, sweetheart,” she agreed, trying to placate his fears. “Mom will give your dad one more chance.”

Later that day, Fiona took her son to her mother-in-law’s place.

When Fiona and Crowell had first married, Zoey Hewitt, his mother, had at least pretended to be somewhat kind. Now, her true nature came through without restraint.

“Where do you think you’re going, all dressed up at night?” Zoey asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Fiona gave her son a final kiss and, with a composed expression, replied, “Just going out for dinner.”

Zoey scanned Fiona from head to toe, her eyes narrowing. “With whom? Does Crowell know?”

Fiona couldn’t help but sneer slightly. “I’m going out with Crowell.”

Zoey was momentarily taken aback, but her contempt for Fiona only deepened. “With a bit of money, you just blow it all away. Crowell works his fingers to the bone, and you’re always either threatening him with divorce or out shopping. You don’t work a day in your life, and it’s not your money, so you couldn’t care less about how it’s spent!”

Zoey scooped up her grandson, her voice soft and sugary as she spoke. “Isn’t your mom just a spendthrift? Isn’t she?”

The child, too young to grasp the meaning, echoed, “Yes.” Fiona felt a surge of rage rise within her. She could tolerate Zoey’s earlier remarks, but to hear Zoey speak ill of her in front of her son was unforgivable.

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