Chapter 3
Chapter 3
These guys were my best buds and they’d been there for me through hell and high water, especially
after the whole Neil debacle. We couldn’t really do much about Neil, but their genuine support moved
me deeply. So I spilled the beans about my n to divorce Neil. As for the whole reincarnation thing, I
decided not to mention it.
After hearing my piece, they fell silent for a moment, then burst into apuse. “Hell yeah! Let’s
celebrate Rena breaking free from her cra ppy marriage tonight!”.
“Cheers!” I hollered back, raising my ss in the air. I could almost see myself post-divorce, embracing
a brand new life, leaving the painful past behind.
A few drinks in, we four women plucked up some courage. Barbara gave me a nudge, “Rena, spot any
hotties? Go for it! Neil’s got all his scandals, we can’t lose!”
“F… fair point,” I slurred, scanning the room until my gazended on a tall, thin figure. He seemed
young from his clothes. A college guy, perhaps?
Neil h ooked up with a college girl, so why not me with a college guy?
I sauntered over, tapped the young man on the shoulder, “Hey handsome, fancy a drink? It’s on me…”
He turned around, strikingly handsome, looking like a fresh face in the entertainment industry. He
stared at me in surprise before shaking his head, “Sorry, I have a girlfriend.” “Oh, my bad. I’ll try my
luck with someone else then,” I nodded to the young man. The alcohol made me incoherent. I didn’t
even understand what I was saying, then I moved
on
But I stumbled a few stepster, dropping my ss which shattered on impact. I sat on the floor, dizzy
and suddenly hit with a wave of sleepiness.
“Let me help you up,” the college guy extended a hand.
Sitting on the floor, flushed, I stared at him. What the hell? Why did his face morph into Neil’s, ring at
me coldly? I tried to get up but ended up pressing my palm onto the broken ss. Blood gushed out
and I copsed.
In my dream, Neil’s cold, heartless face appeared again. I sat in the messy living room, sobbing like a
mad woman. When Nell first announced his ns to divorce me, my parents and the elders of the
Whitmore family tried to pressure him. Neil didn’t give a da mn; he was determined to divorce me even
if it cost the Finch family greatly.
The Whitmore elders first rebuked him, then reluctantly helped him. I heard they even epted his
new girlfriend, Bonnie. She had Nell’s unwavering support and gradually won over the Whitmore
parents. And she was pregnant.
“Neil, I’ve loved you for ten years. Don’t you feel anything for me?” I wept, tears streaming through my
fingers.
“Nothing, Irene. I gave you a chance to end things amicably, but you didn’t take it,” Neil replied coldly.
His phone rang. It was Bonnie’s chirpy voice.
“Mr. Whitmore, Mr. Whitmore, please pick up!”
I listened to the sweet ringtone, and watched Neil hurry off, the room spinning and a sharp pain
my chest.
I woke up gasping for air, only to find myself in my own bedroom, bathed in sunlight, birds chirping
outside. How did the college guy get me home?
I nced at my bandaged hand, massaged my throbbing temples, and tried to find the college guy,
only to hear Neil’s voice outside.
“You guys carry on, I’m not in the mood,” he leaned against the banister on the second floor, a cigarette
in hand, sounding lethargic.
I stag gered to the door, watched him walk over, “Where’d you hide him?”
“Who?” Neil frowned.
“The college guy,” I replied.
I thought he was a decent guy and didn’t want to lose him just like that.
Neil was going crazy over another woman next month anyway. I might as well find someone tofort
me, to distract me from the pain.
Hearing my reply, Neil’s face darkened. He nced at what I was wearing, then grabbed my wrist,
dragging me into the walk-in closet, “Change! What’s with the se xy getup?”
Se xy?
I looked down at my chest, just a slight swell, the fabric doing most of the work. I didn’t think “se xy”
was fitting, why would a man who didn’t love me care about how se xy looked?
“Neil, is it true you slept with that actress a few days ago?” I ignored his order and asked him calmly
instead.
“That’s none of your business,” he replied dismissively, as usual.
“Then what I do from now on is none of your business either. If we’re not divorcing, let’s just go our
separate ways,” I said nonchntly
After all these years, I’d never experienced love, and I needed to have some fun. So this was what it
felt like to let things be. It was liberating. I didn’t have to be happy or sad for Neil anymore, and it was
like my soul was returning to my body.
Men were such hypocrites. They thought they could do whatever they wanted, but their wives had to be
prim and proper. Neil was no exception. He didn’t love me, but I was still his wife in name.
“You want me to cheat? Neil sheered, then roughly pulled open my clothes, “You think any man would
want a woman with your figure?”
I looked down, my breasts were tightly wrapped, not revealing at all. This was the smallest size of
nipple covers.
I pushed his hand away, and calmly adjusted my clothes. “I’ll try to put on weight, drink more soy milk
to enhance my breasts, That should satisfy you.”
way.
“Irene, have you lost your marbles?!” Neil finally lost his cool, he looked at me, “Are youing down
with something?”
The old Irene wasposed, gracious, sensible and considerate, how could she possibly spout such
nonsense? If my dad heard what I just said, he would’ve been so mad he’d have had a heart attack.
But I had to act like a lunatic first, so I could escape from Neil who was about to go nuts.
If Bonnie hadn’t shown up, he wouldn’t consider divorcing me. A marriage alliance was never a casual
game, he was the rational type, who knew to weigh the pros and cons And I really didn’t want to go
through the process of watching him fall in love with someone else again.
“So, just divorce me then.” I proposed again.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.