Ch Ingrate
Lawrence grabbed the papers, tore them apart, and stormed off. He was tall and walked fast. I couldn’t catch up to him, but I wasn’t planning to, so I texted him. ‘I’ll be at home. If you don’t show up in two hours, my lawyer will file for divorce. You’ll shoulder all the consequences that come from it.‘
If the scandal between him and Melissa got out, I could clear my name, but I was a major shareholder of Starlight Entertainment. Lawrence was the CEO, while Melissa was our celebrity. Their scandal would cost me a fortune.
That was one of the reasons I endured the humiliation all these years. I checked the time and drove home. Lawrence came back an hour later. He sat on the couch, silent and
expressionless.
“I printed some new ones.” I handed the divorce papers to him.
Lawrence took them, his expression darker than ever. He was clenching the papers so hard, they were creasing up. Coldly, I said, “Don’t test my patience, Lawrence. Tear that up a second time, and I’ll see you in court.”
Lawrence froze and tossed the papers back on the table, and then he stared at me. “I never wanted a divorce.”
I chuckled. “I’ve dreamt about it every single day.” Every single night, too. I was obsessed about the divorce, even in my dreams. Sooner or later, this would consume me whole.
Lawrence gulped, and his eyes flickered, as if he was holding something back as hard as he could. I was the punching bag in the past, so he couldn’t accept this change in attitude.
Lawrence tapped his finger against the coffee table. “The company’s about to get listed. If news of our divorce goes around, it’ll only hurt the company. Take back your decision, and I can give you five percent of the company’s shares.”
I yawned. “How long will that take? Two years? Three? I can’t wait that long. It’s a shame I can’t get the shares, but it is what it is.”
