Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Toby’s lips twitched a little. He intended to say that he had fallen for Tina because of the lovely traits that he had seen through her letters to him. However, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to utter the words even though they were at the tip of his tongue. Does Tina really have good traits? Her alter ego doesn’t have it, obviously. But it seems like I can’t find any good traits even in her original person. All I can think of are the negative things like her pettiness and stinginess. The Tina I know today is nothing like the lively, kind, and perfect Tina I met through the letters. I sometimes feel like I can no longer love her. However, I swore even before I met Tina in person that I would make sure she would be happy for the rest of her life. So, I will not give up on her even if I feel like I can’t love her anymore. Unless. Tina wasn’t the one who wrote to me at all. Could that be possible?

A self-deprecating look flashed across Toby’s eyes for a brief moment, and he took a glass of red wine from the waiter’s tray before he replied to Brenda, “I love her because I love her. There’s no need for a reason.”

“I apologize for being so blunt, but an outstanding man like you shouldn’t fall for someone like Miss Gray. Furthermore, I’m sure you’re able to see what sort of person she is, President Fuller.” Brenda moved her wine glass in circles as she smiled at Toby.

Toby sucked his lips inward. “I do. But I’ve made a promise to Tina.”

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“You sure place a lot of weight on your promises, President Fuller. However, I still hope that you can leave Miss Gray as she’s not a good fit for you. She doesn’t match up to your standards, and she’s nothing in comparison to your ex-wife. More importantly, she might end up causing even bigger troubles someday. I think you should really consider my words, President Fuller.” Brenda left after finishing her sentence.

Brenda only bothered to speak up because of her gratitude toward Rose. When Brenda was younger and had been bullied by her grandmother, it was Rose who had stepped forth to help her. That was why Brenda wanted to return the favor by giving Toby some advice. However, whether or not Toby listened to her words was completely up to him.

Toby’s gaze darkened as he watched Brenda walking off. He looked as if he was contemplating something. A while later, he finished his red wine and pulled his phone out to send Sonia a text. ‘I’m sorry about tonight.’

Sonia was in the car, and she had been talking to Charles and Carl when her phone rang. She pulled it out and took a glance before frowning. Carl, who was driving, noticed the annoyance on her face through the rearview mirror. “Who is it, Sonia?”

“Toby,” she replied.

was sitting in the passenger’s seat, turned around abruptly. “Why

said as she opened Toby’s message. She sneered when she saw the short text from Toby. Upon seeing that, Charles snatched

to type as he spoke. “If you truly feel like you’ve wronged me, then why don’t you send Tina to jail? That would prove

is it, darling? It’s not too bad,

at all,” she replied in an encouraging tone. Charles looked positively happy when he heard that. Carl rolled his eyes at Charles before he hastily joined the conversation.

but I’d rather you focus on driving now. Stop looking at other

shot him a boastful grin, but Carl couldn’t be

the other end, Toby narrowed his eyes once he received Sonia’s reply. He could immediately tell that it wasn’t Sonia who had replied to his message. Ever since they had a divorce, Sonia was cold and distant toward him, so she’d only reply with a short text if he sent her anything. She would never bother typing such a long paragraph. So, was it Carl or Charles who had sent me this message? Where are they? How did one of these two guys use Sonia’s phone to reply to me? Are they in own their houses, or are they in Sonia’s house? Regardless of what the answers to his questions were, Toby felt an uneasy feeling in his chest.

the bridge of his nose and suppressing the anger within him, he finally sent Sonia another text. ‘Where’s

text. Well, so what if he could tell? Do I need to explain myself to him? Sonia sneered

or Carl… Thud! Toby’s expression was livid as slammed the base of his wine glass against the table. All of a sudden, the neck of the wine glass shattered, and the glass shards sliced his palm open. A mixture of red wine and blood spilled

been standing around hurried over to clean it up immediately. “Are you okay, President Fuller? I’ll get you a

as if he couldn’t feel the pain at all. After cleaning his wound, he threw the tissue aside and pulled out a handkerchief from his chest pocket. He then wrapped it around his palm

hosts.” With that, Toby stuck his hands into his pockets and strode out of

had to go over to Sonia’s just to take a look and check if she was up to something with Charles or Carl there. Toby sped over