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.

someone when she was young, but it was

would

did it

her. “Mr. Davies, Rita does not

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

to mention it again, but

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

piece of yellowed

eyes. “Mr. Wilson, you must be able to recognize Rita’s writing,

and looked at

“Dear Michael:

abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to accept, but

I like you.

really like

were about five hundred words in this moving letter. And Liam’s face was dark

beautiful handwriting

Michael hadn’t lied?

really had had a crush on

eyes impassively, with unknown

of curiosity, Rita also peeped at the

shocked

it her

grabbed the letter in astonishment and read it again and again. Then her face

can pretend nothing happens if you don’t

put the letter back in his pocket meticulously. Then he looked at Rita who was still bewildered, smiling at her gently.

“Michael…”

and I should go now. Bye,

but Michael left directly after he said

still, with her thoughts in

without even

difficult for me to explain now?’ Rita moaned in her

to Liam hurriedly. “Liam, listen, I never

if you had had a crush on him,

it

when she

felt the pain in her jaw

looked up at him. “So… you

Jacob

lips had

had seen how Michael confronted Liam from the

want to figure out what was with the letter and