Sweet Divorce

Liam was surprising Rita today. She couldn’t resist the urge to glance at him some more.

Whether it was an illusion or not, she felt that she wasn’t the only one who had changed.

He seemed to have changed as well.

Not as cold as before, a little more talkative.

“What, is there anything on my face?” Maybe she’d lapsed off for too long. Liam’s voice rang out in her ear.

Rita put the rose down and picked up her bag. “I’ve got something important to take care of.”

She’d agreed on three days with Jason, and today was the first.

If she even didn’t go to school, she also have no time to waste.

She had to take control of the situation, or she wouldn’t make it in time.

Looking at her silhouette hurrying away, Liam’s bright eyes dimmed slightly.

Zoe saw his depressed state for what it was.

She looked at the independent girl in the distance and chuckled as she turned to the man before her. “That Rita… don’t mind her, Liam. I’ve spoiled her out of manners.”

“It’s fine.”

The man took a sip of porridge and froze.

This taste… seemed to be Rita’s work.

He raised his eyes to gaze at a mild-tempered Zoe, “This porridge is great. Did you make it?”

“Not me. Rita did.”

It really was her.

He lowered his head and took another sip. The nostalgic flavor spread across his taste buds and lifted the corners of his mouth into an uncontrollable smile.

The sensation was like a small child finally tasting a long-desired piece of candy. The happiness in his heart was practically spilling out.

Maybe he’d just gone too long without having the porridge she made, but he downed the full thing in one sitting.

Didn’t leave a single speck of grain at the bottom.

After Rita left, Zoe kept Liam around for a long chat.

Mostly funny stories, like how Rita messed around climbing walls and trees when she was little.

“Look here, Liam. This box is full of pictures of when she was small. That skinhead cut makes her look like a boy, ha.”

Liam’s dark eyes scanned the photographs inside, but fell focused on a dairy.

There was a sketched design of a small mansion inside when he picked it up and opened it.

On the bottommost of the yellowed drawing paper was a line written in an elegant hand-

“No regrets now that the path is chosen.”

With a date marked alongside it.

Wasn’t that the day they’d gotten engaged?

He still remembered when the old man had discussed the matter of their bridal home.

The old man had allowed her to choose the location, design and layout of the bridal home in the spirit of the occasion. Rita had been overjoyed then. It was just that later on, he’d picked the house they had now of his own volition.

This sketch must have been the bridal home she’d designed back then. A place just for the two of them.

Looking at the drawing, Liam fell deep into thought.

It was a long time before he put the drawing away, left the Brown household and drove straight to the F City bay area.

“Whew… what’s the rush to get me out here, Liam?” Jacob panted, looking at the tall man in front of him. “I haven’t even eaten lunch yet. It’s your treat!”

Jacob’s complaining. He pointed towards the bay area, where the clear coastline shimmered with a sapphire hue, and spoke only

confused. What was this about five

to the

Jacob’s mouth twitched.

Five days?

the rights

How was that possible.

go steal it

much to ask?” Liam shot a look at

quite a bit, who thought that Liam had

too much. Way too much. I can’t get that

“Okay… four days, then.”

few

see a certificate in four days, I’ll feed

Liam the Fascist!

***

days had passed since the

was clearly

around here doing nothing for two days, girly. If we still don’t act, it’ll be the third day tomorrow. By then, the company will

Brown.” The girl raised her

added mildly, “My name. You can

Rita Brown?

coincidence, her surname was

related to the Brown

on doubt, but he was

related to the Brown

family was a large stockholder of the Group. Someone from the family could get into the company with just a word from upstairs. They wouldn’t give a damn about the

up soon,

his anxious behavior, Rita took a casual sip of

He’d be done for if they

where a video was playing. “You know how Bella Colt’s husband Raymond is going to have a press conference over the photos of Bella and you,

“Yeah.”

Of course Nathan knew.

Colt was a hot topic who came up on online searches with even

he’d seen the news early in the morning,

a bit of public declaration over

office buildings next door,” Rita said, glancing at the building opposite theirs. Right now, there was already a fair

that got to do with us?”

and walked towards the office buildings. “Wait here for the

girl before him, but

was all he had right

gone mad putting his fate in the hands of this little

thinking back, he’d find that the best thing he’d done all his life was to put

and blended into the buzzing crowd

was actually the most innocent victim in the whole

since fallen apart. It had only been maintained up to this point to keep up

two of them had always had

divorce would net him, which was why

of the marriage while leaving

was also why, to preserve herself, Bella had gone and accused Nathan

the past life, the

fiercely, but were united in their testimony in order to defend

they hadn’t thought that their negotiation would be recorded

wanted to use the recording to blackmail Raymond into marrying her, but Raymond had only wanted to solve the problem by throwing money at her. After a few exchanges, the negotiation

recording, and the truth

name, what she had to do

into the press crew. She wanted a chance to get close to

sneak into Raymond’s

don’t look around, I’m talking to

as Rita was looking about for opportunities, someone

Winston Sharpe, manager for the press conference

Rita’s

for a chance, it fell into her

could get in

makeup kit, and went over to the dressing

steps out when Winston