Sweet Divorce

“Rita, I know you still care about me.”

Rita was thinking about how to appease Liam when Michael hugged her again. “I know it. It’s not just talk when you wrote the love letter and said you liked me.”

Rita’s eyes rounded at his words.

Love letter?

She liked Michael?

Well…

When did it happen? How come she never knew?

But it was not the point whether it happened or not. The point was that she, out of the corner of her eye, saw Liam was growing more and more furious.

This ordinary living room seemed to become unadulterated hell suddenly where Liam became the bloodthirsty Satan, saturnine and frightening.

As if he was going to kill everyone in the room the next moment.

His eyes, and his look were too forbidding.

In a cold sweat, Rita was unnerved by him.

Drat!

She had not figured out how to calm Liam yet, but Michael ignited Liam’s anger again.

Well done – Liam bristled with rage now.

Rita did not want Liam to take it out on her, so she pushed Michael away. “Nonsense. Michael, when did I write you a love letter and say I like you?”

She didn’t and hadn’t done that.

‘Dear, don’t say that again… You maybe have had enough of your life, but I haven’t. I’m afraid that he would skin us alive.’ Rita said to herself.

Gloomy, Michael frowned at her reply. “Rita, you really wish to disassociate yourself from me, right? So much so that…” you would lie about it.

Michael did not spit out the following words.

He lifted his eyes to stare at the pretty girl standing in front of him, with a trace of disappointment and sadness flickering across his eyes.

Michael looked so sad, which made Rita begin to doubt herself – did she really sent him a love letter?

They did know each other back then.

But that was all, and they were not so familiar to meet in private.

she was young, but it

why would Michael

did it

indifference behind her. “Mr. Davies, Rita does not like

Davies, you really put much effort to alienate my girlfriend from me, and you even think

did not want to mention it again, but he was stung

gave a cold smile. “Mr. Wilson, don’t make fun of me. I

Michael took out a piece of yellowed paper from his wallet

and held it to Liam’s eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be able to recognize Rita’s writing, then you can see if it

crinkled his eyes and

“Dear Michael:

and you might find it too

I like you.

really, really like

words in this moving letter. And Liam’s face was dark with

this beautiful handwriting was

Michael hadn’t lied?

really had had a crush on

narrowed his eyes impassively,

Rita also peeped at

was shocked

was it

it again and again. Then her face grew pale gradually. “That’s impossible. Why

pretend nothing happens if you don’t

pocket meticulously. Then he looked at Rita who was still bewildered, smiling at her gently. “Whether it is from you or not, I truly like you. And I don’t want to give up even if you don’t

“Michael…”

love for you, and I should go now.

but Michael left directly after he said

stayed still, with her thoughts in

without even

really difficult for me

took a deep breath and waved her hands to

had a crush on him,

it was

she heard his

her jaw right after she

up at him. “So… you did send your

from outside, Jacob happened to heard

lips had a

how Michael confronted Liam from

and want to figure out what was with the letter and what was