Sweet Divorce

As the photos and paper fell on the table, time seemed to stop.

Then almost at the same time, Amelia and Rita’s eyes were drawn to the photos.

Amelia could not make out the words on the paper due to the distance, but still, she got nervous.

Her heart beat fast, anxiety and fear magnifying inside her.

Her body acted fast than her mind. She scrambled up and reached for the photos and paper. “Bullshit! Who are you? You are trying to deceive my granddaughter, aren’t you?”

Amelia didn’t even spare a look on the paper, she just tore them into pieces and threw them on Michael. “Get out!”

Rita seldom saw Amelia to be so furious before, she squinted.

The fragments slapped on Michael’s face. But he didn’t get mad, instead, he smiled. “It’s just some paper, why do you get so anxious, Mrs. Amelia?”

Rita kept silent, her eyes fixing on Amelia’s face to catch every minor change of emotion on it.

Amelia had to yield under Rita’s stare.

She straightened her back after a few seconds and snorted. “Who told you that I am anxious? I just don’t want my granddaughter to get coaxed by you.”

She said toughly whereas in fact she was insecure.

She then grabbed Rita’s hand and then tried to leave. “Don't listen to him, Rita. Let’s go home.”

But Rita did not even move an inch.

Amelia paused, “Ri…Rita?”

“Grandma…if it’s not true, why are you so afraid?” looking Amelia in her eyes, Rita asked.

Her tone was rather neutral, but Amelia still sensed some coldness in it. That intensify her anxiety.

“Rita is right, why are you so afraid?” Michael said, “A straight foot is not afraid of a crooked shoe.”

Michael’s sarcastic tone irritated Amelia, her face sagged down gloomily.

Amelia chose not to answer, but Michael plucked out some more pieces of paper form his coat. “The ones she tore were copies, these are the originals. Originals of the paternity test.”

“Paternity test?” Rita pause, puzzled.

tone softened. “Have a

lowered her eyes at the

the paper said, her hands

not related to Noah Brown

her dad and mom’s

She’s not a Brown.

at the report, Rita’s head was

it is not!” when the hoarse voice of Amelia

the right corner of the paper, she murmured. “SK hospital… Michael, if I’m not mistaken, you worked atSK

“Right.” Michael nodded.

won’t be so difficult for you to forge a

way that as if she was to look in to his heart to find out

her gaze, then frustration spread in his

Rita doesn’t believe him.

do the test with you. Then you’ll know I’m not lying to

struck her, Rita

as she drifted off, Michael whirled to leave

Lillian, I lied to

was gone. Rita felt conflicted looking

however, was relieved. “Rita, I knew you wouldn’t believe him.

was bewildered as she watched Rita walk

have class this afternoon.” She

the calmness on her face was slowly replaced by

restaurant

and… and how her mother died in a car accident because

He wanted to.

But…

Rita didn't believe him.

to tell her

Liam were foes competing

it little credence if

he decided not to reveal all

soon find out the truth herself. The

do

went back to her apartment after leaving the

against a pillow in her

phone rang and jarred