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 freaked out a little. In my past life, 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

voice from downstairs. I looked

master bedroom on the second floor. Neil also hurriedly went upstairs, attempting to intercept mé. He was tall and fast, caught up to me in a few strides. By

are you back?” I tried to play

Neil was clearly not in a good mood,

to hear us arguing,

me in. I steadied myself, sat on the edge of the bed, then rubbed

me, finally stopped and

too, “What do you want? Nothing happened between Oscar and me,

met me, you should’ve known I’ve never lacked women. Didn’t you consider this

to please you, is that it?” I scoffed, stood up and stared back at him, “I’ve told you,

leave with nothing. Two, you give me 3% of Whitmore Co. shares. Three, you give me 8% of shares. Take your pick

even prepared three different versions of the divorce agreement for him

even angrier. He tore up the agreements, threw them in the trash, took off his coat and threw it on the bed, then went to the window to smoke in silence.

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

smoking one cigarette after another. His silence

an average guy, Alicia threw herself into her work. They all knew that marriage in our circle

were impotent, they would find other ways to have fun. So a man like Neil could never be faithful to me. When we got married, my mom asked me if

could stay with my mom for nearly thirty years, why can’t I win Neil over to spend the rest of his life with me?”

birthday. You’re coming with me,” Neil said, changing the

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