Armand stared at the phone for a long time. He didnât answer the message immediately. He figured she had texted him because she missed him instead of discussing the divorce with him.
She had expectations and fear in her heart.
She steeled herself and slid her finger to unlock the screen. Hesitantly, she made a tab to read the message.
Theresa didnât type too many words, âIâll come get you tomorrow. Please prepare the divorce agreement.â
Reading the few words, Armand couldnât help but feel disappointed. Without a second thought, he replied, âHave you made up your mind?â
Actually, he wanted to ask her why she could make the decision so soon.
He knew he shouldnât question her, but he couldnât help it.
He felt rather annoyed.
The tone of the message didnât ring at all. Theresa did not respond.
Before sending the message to Armand, Theresa had made up her mind, so she didnât answer his last question.
Armand opened the contact list and wanted to dial her phone number. He wanted to ask her why she had been able to adjust her mood so soon and if it was because of another man. At the thought of her complaint, he desisted despite being so upset.
Leaning against the back of the chair, he closed his eyes.
After a while, he repressed the emotion that was seizing him. Then he picked up the phone again and answered, âIâve got it ready.â
He threw the phone on the passenger seat after sending the message. Then he started the engine and drove. As soon as he got home, he heard something breaking in the house. He hurried to push open the door and went inside, only to find that Elizabeth was scolding Bertha: âWho do you think you are? Why canât I get out? You canât stop me.â
Armand hastened to tell Bertha, âPlease donât listen to her.â
Bertha said, âI know. I donât care.â
âYou can go back to work,â Armand said.
Bertha turned around.
âArmand, she wonât let me leave,â Elizabeth tugged at Armand and complained, âYou should fire her!â
Armand sat down on the couch and asked, âWhat are you going to do after you leave?â
âIâ¦â Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wondering what she was going to do now. But she couldnât remember.
Armand tried to calm her down, âBertha wonât let you go out for your own good. There are bad men outside. Sheâs afraid youâll put yourself in danger. Itâs not her fault. I asked her to.â
âItâs daylight, what nonsense are you talking, how come there are bad men?â Elizabeth glared at him, âStop lying to me.â
Armand said helplessly, âIâm not lying.â
âReally?â
âYes.â
In the evening, after sending Elizabeth to bed, Armand returned to his bedroom. He turned on the laptop and set to work on the divorce settlement. Heâd done it several times before, but this time he had no idea where to start.
Theresa and he werenât arguing and they werenât breaking up. It was just paperwork to get such an agreement.
Suddenly, he let out a bitter smile. The most abusive thing in this world was drafting his own divorce agreement.
Inwardly, he told himself that Theresa could pursue her happiness after divorcing him. He would be satisfied as long as she was happy.
However, no matter how much he reminded himself, as long as he realized he was drafting his own agreement, he would not be able to get any words in.
In the end, he gave up. He called a lawyer at his firm and said it was for a client, asking her to do it for him.
Elizabeth did not improve after taking the medicine. Armand thought it might take time. When she became stubborn, Bertha could not calm her down at all.
Therefore, Armand did not dare to leave her at home. The next morning, he drove Elizabeth to work.
His client had arrived at the firm, waiting for him first thing in the morning.
âWho is it?â The woman saw Armand ushering an elderly lady in and thought she had a new case.
Armand explained, âItâs my grandmother. She doesnât want to stay home and Iâm worried about leaving her alone.â
âI see,â the woman said, âplease help me find the lawsuitâ¦â. As she had expected, her husband did not want to be eliminated.
âOkayâ¦â
âHi, Theresa,â Elizabeth looked at the woman, âAre you pregnant?â. The woman was confused.
Armand frowned and whispered to his grandmother, âItâs not Theresa. Iâm sorry. She mistook you for another woman.â
âWhat nonsense are you talking, who is she if not Theresa? Sheâs carrying your baby in her belly. Good girl, come closer.â Elizabeth held out her hand to the woman.
The woman glanced at Armand and reached out to take his hand. Elizabeth tugged on it and said, âGood thing youâre safe and sound. You must be good to Armand.â
The woman seemed to guess what was going on. She said, âOf course. Please stay calm.â
âAll right. Okay.â Elizabeth didnât want to let go of the womanâs hand.
Armand rubbed his forehead, beginning to regret taking her to work.
âSorry about that.â
The woman thought nothing of it and said, âItâs okay. Sheâs old. I understand.â
Armand said, âShall we go in?â
Elizabeth pulled the woman. Armand asked her to wait for him in the reception room. He went to his office to sort the documents. Later, he would go to the courthouse with the woman.
Armand wanted to pull Elizabeth away, but she was unwilling, âIâll stay here talking to Theresa. You go on with your work.â
âGrandma, sheâs not Theresaâ¦â
âAre you blind? Of course, sheâs Theresa. Have you forgotten how hard you had it when she disappeared? How come you canât recognize her now?â Elizabeth looked very serious.
Armand choked.
The woman smiled, âIs Theresa your girlfriend or your wife, Mr. Bernie?â
Armand was a little embarrassed, âSheâs my wife.â
âYou must love her very much. Otherwise, your grandmother wouldnât remember so clearly how upset you were.â The woman wasnât teasing him. She always thought all men were pretty mean. Now, since she had heard what Elizabeth had said, she had changed her mind.
It seemed that Mr. Bernie appreciated her love.
Armand let out a âhmmâ and asked the receptionist to keep an eye on Elizabeth.
âOkay, Mr. Bernie.â The receptionist took two glasses of water.
She passed one to Elizabeth and the other to the woman.
The woman took the water and took a sip. With a smile, she asked, âMrs. Bernie, do you like your granddaughter-in-law?â
Elizabethâs eyes widened, âYouâre my granddaughter-in-law, arenât you, still mad at Armand? Heâs already broken up with Phoebe Lewis. Heâs always liked you. When you disappeared, he was miserable too. Now you have a baby. Please forgive him. The woman was speechless.
She used to like Armand and thought he was a responsible man. As it turned outâ¦
Indeed, she had reconfirmed that the men of this world were all bad.
âI will not reconcile with him.â
âWhy⦠why not?â Elizabeth couldnât believe what she had heard, âTheresa, pleaseâ¦â
âHeâs cheated on me. Why should I stay with him? Am I crazy?â she thought, as a woman, she must hate bad men to the core.
âYou canât do this.â Elizabeth pinched the womanâs hand hard, âArmand has realized it was his mistake. Please forgive him, Theresa.â
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