Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 83

Chapter 83
All Russel did was raise an eyebrow, then he said, “Before you marry again, watch your step, okay? Don’t go knocking yourself silly or something.” I muttered “None of your business” under my breath, not sure if he even heard me.
A nurse hustled Russel away. Once he was gone, Stella came back. She seemed to have had a revelation, saying excitedly, “Rena, all your efforts finally paid off!”
“Nope. We’re still getting a divorce.” I said calmly, my heart as still as water. “Neil already told Russel that we’re splitting, and about Bonnie too.”
Stella’s smile froze on her face. “Wait, what?”
Even with her vast experience in the game of love, she was thrown off by the back-and-forth between Neil and me.
Neil suddenly changed his tune and helped his wife out. And as his wife, I felt guilty for misunderstanding my husband. Wasn’t this a sign of getting back together? But Stella was just Stella. After a moment of shock, she seemed even more excited, “Right! If you guys need a divorce, then get a divorce! We women can’t be upset by some unkindness! He’s been tormenting you for ten years. You can’t just forgive him because he’s being nice for once. Make him regret it after you guys split!”
I just chuckled. Stella sure had some interesting ideas. In reality, the moment Neil and I divorce, he wouldn’t regret anything. Instead, he would be one step closer to marrying Bonnie.
Bonnie’s existence was still a significant reason for Neil’s agreement to the divorce.
“Your imagination is something else. Go get me some food, will you? I want some spaghetti Bolognese from the hospital cafeteria.” I urged Stella, laughing.
“You’d rather eat hospital food than five-star hotel food? Seriou was mealtime, so she might have to queue.
, you’re a piece of work!” Stella complained, but she obediently went to get the food. If

I was left alone in the room. The smile gradually disappeared from my face, replaced by a sense of melancholy.
I got up and walked to the window, looking at the snow-covered ground below. Hospital staff were setting up holiday decorations.
I had to celebrate the holiday alone
in the hospital. It was a bummer.
While I was daydreaming, I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking Stella was back, I asked, “You got plans for tomorrow? If not, can you keep me company?”
There was no response. I
turned around puzzled and saw a nervous-looking Bonnie.
She was lightly made up, looking delicate. Her beautiful face had a hint of guilt. She was wearing a black polka dot down jacket, cinched at the waist, with a sweet bow at the collar, and a pair of white mid-calf boots on her legs. At first glance, I could tell that her clothes were of better quality and probably more expensive than before, but they were still brands I didn’t recognize.
She seemed more mature and steady than before.
“Irene, are you feeling better now?” Bonnie asked quietly.
“What do you think?” I replied indifferently. My impression of her had plummeted due to what happened during the kidnapping.
I grabbed my phone and started messing with it, not in the mood to deal with her.
Bonnie sat down gingerly on the chair by the bed. She couldn’t look me in the eye, but she kept stealing glances at me. I frowned and put away my phone, “What do you want?”
“Nothing, I’m just worried about you.” Bonnie bit her lip and responded softly.
“Why would someone who wants me dead be worried about me?” I asked sarcastically, pretending to be shocked.
Bonnie turned pale immediately. She shook her head, “No, Irene, I didn’t want you to die!”
I said coldly, “Oh really? Then let me ask you, why didn’t you help me when I was calling for help at the warehouse, even telling Neil I wasn’t there? Neil could hear Norman’s phone ringing, but you couldn’t hear my desperate cries for help?”
Bonnie looked dreadful at my barrage of questions. She stuttered, “Irene, I’m not th you. Maybe I have a hearing problem.”
kind of person… you should know me better, right? I just didn’t hear
‘People who learn vocal music are hard of hearing?!” I felt like she was insulting my intelligence. “Bonnie, why have you become like this? Neil must have told you that night that he and I were getting a divorce. What’s the rush?”
Bonnie started crying when I exposed her dark side. She couldn’t believe what she had done. “Irene, I’m sorry, I think I’ve lost control lately… I… I think I’ve fallen in love with Mr. Whitmore!”
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