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.

when she was young, but

why would

did it go

her. “Mr.

put much effort to alienate my girlfriend from

mention it again, but he was stung by Liam’s

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

piece of yellowed paper from his wallet while

and held it to Liam’s eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be able to recognize Rita’s

crinkled his eyes and looked at

“Dear Michael:

find it too surprising to accept, but I have to tell

I like you.

really like

five hundred words in this moving letter. And Liam’s face

handwriting was

Michael hadn’t lied?

had had a crush

eyes impassively,

Rita also

shocked when she

it her

letter in astonishment and read it again and again. Then her face grew

pretend nothing happens

he looked at Rita who was still bewildered, smiling at her gently. “Whether it is from you or

“Michael…”

love for you, and I should

but Michael left directly

still, with her thoughts in

a bombshell and leave without

really difficult for me to explain now?’

took a deep breath and waved her hands to

you had had a

it was

echoed when she heard his

pain in her

at

Jacob

lips had a

how Michael confronted Liam from the

want to figure out