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Chapter 13
After several minutes of pacing, Marco finally grabbed his phone and dialed Loraine’s number, his impatience growing with every passing second.
The line connected after a few rings, and her voice was cool, almost indifferent.
“Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?” Marco asked, irritation lacing his tone.
Loraine’s voice came through the receiver, emotionless as ever. “You must have received the divorce agreement, right?”
Marco clenched his jaw. “Is that the only thing you have to say to me?”
“Yeah, that’s all. Just sign the document, so we can both be free to live our lives.”
The flatness in her voice struck him like a cold slap, and for the first time in years, Marco felt the sting of her indifference. It cut deeper than any harsh words.
Without thinking, his frustration boiled over. “Who was that guy who came to pick you up from the hospital? Is he the reason you want to divorce me?”
Loraine’s voice turned sharp, dismissive. “You have no right to question me, Marco. Don’t stress yourself about what I have to do with another man. Go find your Keely.”
The words hit Marco like a slap to the face. His throat tightened as guilt clawed at him. He had wrongly assumed so much, jumping to conclusions without considering the truth.
“Loraine, why are you doing this?” His voice cracked with the weight of his frustration. “I told you I would make it up to you for what Keely did.”
Loraine’s laughter was mocking, bitter. “For the last time, I don’t want your money, Marco. Just give me the divorce. Sign the papers.”
Each word felt like a dagger, and Marco’s grip tightened around his phone, as if he could crush his frustration into silence. No woman had ever dared speak to him this way, and it both enraged and bewildered him.
Loraine had become someone he couldn’t control, someone who no longer cared for his wealth, his power, or his promises. She was turning her back on him, not because of Keely, but because of something deeper—something he had never fully understood.
His voice was laced with venom as he finally spoke. “Since you insist, Loraine, I will do as you wish. Don’t regret this later.”
“Not to worry, Marco. I won’t regret it. In fact, my greatest regret is marrying you in the first place,” Loraine replied with biting disdain.
And with that, she hung up the phone, leaving Marco to stare at the screen in stunned silence.
In a fit of anger and frustration, Marco picked up the divorce agreement, his signature adding weight to the already inevitable end. The divorce was no longer a distant thought—it was reality.
The process was expedited, and within no time, everything was finalized. Loraine’s departure, though expected, felt like the final blow. And as Marco sat in his office, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just lost something far more valuable than a wife.
But perhaps that was the price he had to pay for all the lies, the control, and the misunderstandings.
