Series 33
He let out a scoff, saying, “Do you think that in a month, I might change my mind about the divorce?”
Alexander’s words made Wren momentarily close her eyes in frustration. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
As she reopened them, her gaze had frosted over. “Alexander, if you can get your father to agree to our divorce right now, I’m ready to head to the courthouse today.”
In a resonant tone, Alexander responded, “Believe me, I want to. But just this morning, my mother shared that the doctor has issued a new warning that my father’s health has declined, and his asthma attacks have become more frequent. I can’t let him be stressed or trouble him.”
Wren raised her voice in anger.
“Since you know your father’s condition, you should know that I can’t anger him as well. What choice do I have but to comply?”
Her laughter, tinged with sarcasm, filled the air as she added, “Had you made it to the courthouse three years ago, we wouldn’t have been in this mess. And yet, you dare to take the moral high ground and accuse me now? Do you really see yourself as someone I can let go of?”
The veins on Alexander’s forehead bulged under the sting of Wren’s words.
He was about to retort when Wren spoke up once more. “The divorce papers are signed. In my eyes, we’re already divorced. Consider me, your ex-wife, non-existent now. Feel free to shower all your affection on Scarlet. I know you’re eager to marry her, but for Oscar’s sake, you’ll have to wait a bit longer. You’ve waited three years already; surely another month won’t be too hard for you?”
Alexander squinted his eyes, his voice low and raspy. “It’s good that you think this way. We have nothing to do with each other now.”
“Obviously!” Wren snapped back with a cold laugh before abruptly ending the call.
She slumped onto the sofa, her expression dark and her spirit sour.
She had no desire to talk or see Alexander anymore.