My Dreamy Old Husband

Sophia was so overwhelmed by the divorce certificate that she could not breathe. However, she stood at the door and said to Michael, “Mr. Michael, the divorce procedures have been completed. You can rest assured that I will take good care of Carmen.”

When she said this, she did not dare to look at him and stood a few meters away. The unique smell of his made her suffocate.

Keeping his calm, Michael said with a smile, “Miss Sophia, I’ll leave Carmen in your hands from now on.”

However, if one were to look closely, they would be able to see the redness and tears in his eyes.

With that, she got into the car. The moment she closed the door, the last bit of her sanity fell away and she curled up into a ball, crying her heart out.

It turned out that she loved him more than she thought.

Even if she no longer had memories of him, she had loved him all this while. Now that she had lost him, her heart felt as if it had been torn into two by a pair of invisible hands; she was in deep pain as if her whole heart was being pulled out of her chest.

Why did she love him? Why did they have to go their own ways?

Michael watched Sophia’s car slowly leave. Wearing a mask, he stood on the side of the street with the divorce papers in his hand, only moving when her car was out of sight.

Meanwhile, Harry and Stanley had been standing behind Michael, waiting for him. They were afraid that he would do something stupid or undecent because of the divorce. Hence, they kept watch on him, but saw that Michael was very calm throughout the whole process. Standing on the side of the road holding the divorce certificate, he remained there in the cool breeze for a long while.

However, this unexpected silence stunned them even more.

Harry sighed and patted Michael on the shoulder. “You really got divorced, eh?”

Michael didn’t speak and instead took out the lighter from his pocket. Thinking he was about to have a smoke, Harry advised, “You should smoke less. Are you trying to destroy your voice?”

But to his surprise, Michael didn’t smoke. Instead, he used the lighter to light the divorce certificate on fire.

Michael looked at the lit divorce certificate. No one could see the expression on his face as he was wearing a mask, but Stanley saw his eyebrows twitch—he was smiling.

After burning the divorce certificate, Michael stepped into the car quickly, leaving Stanley and Harry behind staring at each other.

Damn; Michael has gone completely crazy after his divorce! He’s nuts!

In the car, Michael took off his mask and looked out the window. Massaging his temples, he cried and laughed at the same time. He laughed with tears flowing down for a while before sobbing hysterically, alternating between the two. Back and forth he went, and no one knew what he was thinking.

They had finally parted as destined.

repaid all that

to

after she came back, since she had forgotten

point was the moment they received

was relieved; the grievances between Quinton and the Fletcher Family were finally settled

on, he, Quinton, and Sophia didn’t owe

Divorce?

get divorced, they could get married

loved him and she would always belong

Thinking he had arrived home, he got out of the car, only to realize that he

this, Michael was

over with a frightened expression and murmured, “Uncle Michael, why don’t you go in and take a

a cold glare, making Stanley

strangle Stanley to death right then and there without having to go to

looked away and said to Gary who was driving,

company, he

along with her and she had also cultivated a group of popular artists. When she saw Michael and Harry coming

marriage. In the past two months,

the crew of ‘Where Are We Going, Dad?’. I want to participate in the second season.

“Huh?”

had already taken his personal elevator to the upper floor without any

and rarely accepted endorsement deals, only accepting those of his own

or popular the brand which offered him an endorsement

What’s going on?

transferred to his ex-wife. Plus, the alimony is quite high. He has

Divorce?

so she called

down the line, “I’m fine, Nicole. We had

didn’t

cell phone off and put it aside, crying silently as she faced the piano in front of

that she had left at The Imperial, Villa No.

blood red