Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 64

Oscar looked at me with a complex expression, then nodded slowly. “Thanks, Irene.”

I guessed he was starting to get it now. Like why took the muddy road when life had offered you a shortcut?

“Trene, gotta head out.” After a while, Oscar got up with the kitten to say goodbye, “Later”

“Okay, I’ll drive you” I stood up too.

Oscar shook his head, “No need, I’ll just grab a cab. It’s too cold outside and the roads are slippery. Not safe to drive, you should stay inside.”

I didn’t argue, watched Oscar leave, then hugged Boomer and showered him with kisses before taking him upstairs to play the piano.

Boomer was way more behaved than Neil. He never complained when I play.

As the snow outside got heavier, I played a few tunes then took Boomer to the window to watch the snow. It was getting dark and the lights in the estate were on, casting a cold hue on the snow.

Suddenly, a servant ran downstairs to open the front door. Neil’s car pulled up. He got out, slammed the door shut in annoyance, and headed inside.

I was startled, Neil’s words echoing in my head, “You’ll see.”

did h

I couldn’t wait for him to come home and fight with me. I wanted to tell him about all the things I’ve sacrificed, hoping he’d feel guilty and stay. But now, I was

from downstairs. I looked down from the hallway and saw him looking up at

He was tall and fast, caught up to me in a

back?” I tried to play it

Neil was clearly not in a good mood, his icy stare

us arguing, I lowered my

steadied myself, sat on the edge of

front of me, finally stopped and asked, “Irene, what are you trying to do?”

you want? Nothing happened between Oscar and me, we’re just friends. You’re clearly

women. Didn’t you consider this when you

bend over backwards to please you, is that it?” I scoffed, stood up and stared back at him, “I’ve told you, I’m not playing that

“There are three divorce agreements here. One, I leave with nothing. Two, you give me 3% of Whitmore Co. shares. Three, you give me 8% of shares.

most considerate wife in the world, even prepared three different versions of the

appreciate my thoughtfulness, instead, he got even angrier. He tore up the agreements, threw them in the trash, took off his coat and

said lightly, watching his back, “I’ve brought up divorce several times now. If

kept smoking one cigarette after another. His silence made me feel a bit

married, Barbara found an average guy, Alicia threw herself into her work. They

a man like Neil could never be faithful to me. When we got married, my mom asked me if

for nearly thirty years, why can’t I win Neil over to

You’re coming with me,”

not ready for a divorce yet, not because he loved me, but because he’d weighed the