Chapter 2


    Chapter 2


    RAVEL


    The relentless passage of time seems to drag on with excruciating slowness, leaving me yearning for


    anything that can distract me from the emptiness that awaits me at home. Rather than returning to the


    confines of my residence, I find sce in the familiarity of my office. In truth, I’d rather immerse myself


    in work than confront the bitter reality of my crumbling marriage with Hazel. s, some circumstances


    are unavoidable, and my ns for divorce are set in motion.


    It has been a relentless week since I presented Hazel with the papers that would sever our ties. Yet,


    she remains stubbornly defiant, refusing to acknowledge the inevitable. I am reluctant to escte


    matters by resorting to a court battle, as thest thing I desire is to be further entangled in the


    web of media frenzy surrounding my life. The prying eyes of the papara zzi already scrutinize my every


    move, and I am averse to subjecting myself to more unnecessary scrutiny.


    However, dealing with a tenacious woman, or rather, my soon-to-be ex-wife, proves to be a formidable


    challenge. Every step toward achieving closure bes an arduous uphill battle.


    Twirling my pen absentmindedly, I gazed at the exquisite ne design that Dino, my trusted


    coborator, had sent my way. Its intricate beauty mesmerized me, momentarily transporting my


    thoughts away from the burdens that weighed heavily on my shoulders. In just two short months, an


    important exhibition awaited me, a pivotal event that demanded double the usual workload. Adding the


    complications of a messy divorce to this already overflowing te was an unwee prospect.


    As a jeweler, mypany Raveluxe had garnered a global reputation for crafting unparalleled


    masterpieces adorned with the rarest and most exquisite gemstones. Year after year, our name


    resonated throughout the industry, and I was determined to uphold that legacy. This year, I yearned for


    nothing less than continued triumph and recognition.


    In an abrupt intrusion, the door to my office swung open, disrupting my train of thought. Elenor stormed


    in with an air of anger clinging to her every step. My dedicated secretary, Dana, hurriedly trailed behind,


    attempting to defuse the tension and maintain a semnce of order. C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    Dana’s gaze held a mix of worry and helplessness as she addressed me. Her voice trembled slightly as


    she pleaded, “Please, sir, I informed her that you were not to be disturbed, but she disregarded my


    words entirely.” Recognizing her earnest efforts to maintain order, I nodded in acknowledgment and


    motioned for her to leave. With a slight bow, Dana exited my office, leaving Elenor and me to confront


    our familialplexities.


    Closing myptop and setting it aside, I focused my attention on my sister, raising an eyebrow in mild


    exasperation. Elenor, my sole sibling, held a significant ce in my heart, and I loved her dearly.


    However, she was acutely aware that I preferred to keep personal dramas separate from my


    professional realm. It was evident that she had disregarded this unspoken agreement by barging into


    my office unannounced.


    I leaned back in my chair, studying Elenor’s agitated demeanor, allowing a brief moment of silence to


    pass between us. With a measured tone, I finally addressed her, seeking rity amidst the tension that


    hung in the air. “Elenor, what brings you to my office today? Surely you know that I prefer not to have


    family disputes encroach upon my workspace.”


    “What on earth am I hearing?” she spat, her voiceced with indignation. mming her bag down on


    my desk, she assumed a defensive stance, crossing her arms and thrusting her hips forward. “Please,


    for the love of sanity, tell me this is some twisted prank.”


    With a calm yet curious demeanor, I motioned toward the vacant chair before me. “If you could kindly


    enlighten me on the matter at hand, perhaps we can determine whether it’s a jest or something more


    serious. So, please, have a seat, and let’s engage in a civilized conversation. Alternatively, if it’s not of


    importance, I kindly request that you vacate my office so I can return to my work.”


    With an air of defiance, she plopped herself down on the plush leather seat, her fiery gaze piercing


    through me like daggers. “I had a conversation with Hazel a few hours ago, and the revtions she


    shared with me were simply iprehensible.”


    Slightly amused by her vexation, I opted to feign ignorance, relishing in the opportunity to irk her


    further. “Oh, pray tell, what did Hazel divulge to you?” I inquired innocently, knowing full well the


    direction this conversation was taking.


    She blinked rapidly, clearly taken aback by my apparent obliviousness. “Are you seriously going to y


    dumb, Ravel?” Her


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    voice dripped with exasperation, her frustration palpable. In a hushed undertone, she muttered a curse


    under her breath, clearly frustrated. “Hazel told me about the da mn divorce papers, Ravel.”


    I maintained my impassive facade, blinking twice in session, as if her words held little significance.


    “And?” I repeated, my voice devoid of emotion.


    “What do you mean, ‘and?” She gestured animatedly with her hands, frustration giving way to a touch


    of sadness. “What transpired between you and Hazel, Ravel? You two seemed genuinely happy.” Her


    voice dropped to a whisper. “For once in your life, you found happiness beyond your work. What went


    wrong?”


    Nonchntly, I shrugged and reclined in my seat, meeting her gaze with an unwavering stare.


    “Feelings have a tendency to evolve, don’t they?” I remarked casually. She furrowed her brow,


    struggling toprehend my cryptic response. “I fell in love with her, Elenor. But just as love can


    bloom, it can also fade away. I have every right to fall out of love with her.”


    Her words hung in the air, her determination to uncover the truth evident in her voice. “I refuse to


    believe that love simply fades away without reason,” she argued, her conviction unwavering. “There


    must be something that happened, Ravel. If you open up to me, I’ll do everything in my power to help


    you both fix your rtionship.”


    The notion of fixing what was broken struck a chord within me, igniting a fiery resentment. “And what


    am I to you, Elenor?” I retorted, my anger palpable as I leaned forward, locking eyes with my sister. “A


    mere broken toy, waiting to be repaired?” My lips tightened into a thin line as I held her gaze


    unflinchingly. “Since you and Hazel have taken it upon yourselves to discuss


    my personal matters in my absence, then you can y messenger as well. Deliver this message to


    her.”


    “Rave_”


    Before Elenor could utter another word, my voice dropped to a cold, cutting tone.


    “Inform Hazel that I have an uing exhibition in the next two months, and I refuse to be entangled


    in this unnecessary drama and distraction. She must sign those divorce papers before the week


    concludes, or consequences will be inevitable.”


    The weight of my words hung in the air, suffocating the room with their intensity. Elenor’s voice rose,


    incredulous at the transformation she witnessed before her. “Jesus!” she eximed, her disbelief


    echoing through the space. “What hase over you? This is so unlike you.”


    Refusing to dignify her with a response, I maintained my silence, my gaze unwavering as it bore into


    her.


    “Is there another woman?”


    Her question lingered in the air, probing the depths of my thoughts. Was there another woman?


    I allowed a moment of contemtion to pass, as if weighing the gravity of her inquiry.


    Elenor’s voice carried a mix of usation and desperation as she leaned in, her hands syed on my


    desk. “The only exnation for such irrational behavior from a man is the presence of another woman,”


    she asserted, her eyes searching mine. “So, I implore you, Ravel, tell me the truth. Is there another


    woman involved?”


    A


    surge


    of conflicting emotions coursed through me, but guilt was not among them. What more could possibly


    go wrong at this point? Suppressing any sense of remorse, I met Elenor’s gaze head-on. “Yes,” I


    admitted co olly, my voice unwavering. “There is indeed another woman in my life. And it is precisely


    why I require Hazel to swiftly sign those documents.”


    Elenor’s eyes widened in shock, caught off guard by the confirmation she sought. The realization of her


    unpreparedness hung in the air, yet her unwavering determination pressed on. If she hadn’t been ready


    for the response, why pose the question in the first ce?


    Silence reigned between us, the weight of my words reverberating through the room.


    Elenor’s fists tightened, her frustration morphing into a simmering anger. “Mark my words, Ravel. You


    wille to regret this. Your actions will have consequences.”


    Rushing back against her statement, I met her gaze with unwavering resolve. “That’s where you’re


    mistaken, Elenor,” I rebutted firmly. “I will never regret my decision to pursue a divorce from Hazel.”