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.

but it was definitely not Michael. Besides,

why would

it

with indifference behind her. “Mr. Davies, Rita does not like you, so drop the act. Got

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

it again, but he was stung by

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

be outdone, Michael took out a piece of yellowed paper from his

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

and looked

“Dear Michael:

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

I like you.

really, really

five hundred words in this moving

handwriting was from Rita

Michael hadn’t lied?

had had a crush on

his eyes impassively, with

Rita also peeped

was shocked when

it her

again. Then her face grew pale gradually. “That’s impossible. Why don’t

can pretend nothing happens

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

“Michael…”

shown my love for you, and I should go

but Michael left

with her thoughts in

you drop a bombshell and leave without even an explanation,

difficult for me to explain

a deep breath and waved her hands to

if you had had a crush on him,

right, it

she

felt the pain in her jaw right after she said

lifted her face, so she had to looked up at him. “So… you did send your love letter to

Jacob

had a

Michael

figure out what