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.

hands, his tone softened.

lowered her eyes at

the paper said, her

not related to Noah Brown or Zoe

dad and mom’s

She’s not a Brown.

the report, Rita’s head was

Rita, it’s not true, it is not!” when the hoarse voice of Amelia rang again, Rita

at the right corner of the paper, she murmured. “SK hospital… Michael, if I’m

“Right.” Michael nodded.

difficult for you to forge a

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

a second at her gaze, then

Rita doesn’t believe him.

smiled wryly. “If you don't believe me, ask your father to do the test with

her, Rita paused.

as she drifted off, Michael whirled

to the Burkes, may I’ll lie to someone else in the future. But

Rita felt conflicted looking at where Michael had once

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

she watched Rita walk out the

class this afternoon.” She said curtly, and

room, the calmness on her face was slowly

seat outside the restaurant

and how her mother died in

He wanted to.

But…

Rita didn't believe him.

point to

Liam were foes

little credence if Michael

to reveal all the

clue he just provided Rita, she would soon find out the truth herself.

to do

back to her apartment after leaving

against a pillow in her

suddenly, her phone rang and jarred her